"You're courting death!"
Upon hearing this, the other party's fury surged, and he charged forward to attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in battle.
Blazing Blade Qi and sword energy crisscrossed through the air.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion followed.
"Crack!"
As shattered stones rained down, Zhang Jiao was sent flying backward.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
He was in a thoroughly miserable state.
He had not expected Zhu Rong's strength to be so formidable.
However, Zhu Rong showed no mercy. Leaping into the air,
he pointed his blade directly at Zhang Jiao's throat, intending to kill him in a single strike.
"Stop!"
Just as Zhu Rong's blade light was about to reach him,
Yang Jian's voice rang out.
"Whoosh!"
A golden pellet appeared high in the sky.
It radiated dazzling light.
Zhu Rong's pupils constricted as he cried out involuntarily,
"That's a Golden Pellet!"
"Hmph!"
Hearing this, Yang Jian snorted coldly and continued chopping toward Zhang Jiao.
"Swoosh!"
The blade tore through the air.
Blazing blade radiance swept across the sky.
Fear filled Zhang Jiao's eyes.
"Pfft!"
In the next instant, he turned into a thick cloud of blood mist that scattered down.
At the same time,
brilliant rosy light burst from Yang Jian's Golden Pellet.
It was a sign of breakthrough.
Yet no one paid attention to it now.
Zhu Rong looked into the distance. Great Han's cavalry had already completely taken control of the battlefield.
He knew that if Great Han truly breached this city,
he would surely die.
At that moment, a savage curve appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.
He shouted to the army behind him,
"Break open the city!"
As his voice fell, his trusted subordinates spread out in every direction.
Like a raging flood, they charged forward.