String Splits the Sky, Slaying Sima; Order Breaks, Peril Rises for Qin Feng

"Kill!"

The battle cries shook the heavens, a fierce symphony of weapons clashing against armor and blades slicing through flesh.

A gale swept through Wolf Tooth Valley, scattering the rain of blood and bringing with it an endless, pungent stench that assaulted the senses.

The ambush forces set by Li Mu surged out from all directions, creating a sudden, total encirclement.

The Qin Army led by Meng Wu was initially thrown into some disarray, but under Meng Wu's methodical command, they quickly steadied their footing and responded to the attacks from all sides in an orderly fashion.

Because Meng Wu's outstanding performance exceeded Li Mu's expectations, Li Mu personally drew his sword and entered the fray, aiming to swallow Meng Wu's unit whole before other Qin reinforcements could arrive.

The moment he struck, he displayed immense martial prowess.

The elite vanguard led by Sima Shang followed closely behind, allowing their unit to cut into the battlefield like an arrowhead, charging straight toward Meng Wu's position.

Meng Wu had never imagined that Li Mu possessed such martial strength.

Caught off guard, he immediately waved his command flag, attempting to drive his soldiers to intercept him.

But at this moment, being attacked from all sides, it was already a rare feat to maintain stability; trying to scrape together the strength to block Li Mu was simply unrealistic.

Watching his elite soldiers being cut down by Li Mu like stalks of wheat, Meng Wu couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the days when Zhao Cheng was under his command.

If Zhao Cheng were here, there would be no chance for Li Mu to charge the formation.

Zhao Cheng would have already charged in and slaughtered Li Mu!

He glanced at his personal guards, estimating their strength, and concluded that they