As a commander-in-chief, Han Jiangli was undoubtedly unqualified. He had actually abandoned his subordinates to act alone—this was simply the conduct of a reckless brute.
On the Great Zhou battlefield, Lin Zongyue's strength could definitely be considered among the best of Yang Spirit Realm martial artists. Yet even so, when fighting the Golden Tent Khanate, Lin Zongyue had not personally rushed into battle to kill enemies, but had instead remained in the central command tent, issuing orders.
However, Han Jiangli had no experience commanding troops whatsoever, so it was only natural that he would do something like this.
But at that moment, a sudden sense of urgency flashed through Han Jiangli's heart.
He could no longer spare the attention to pursue that Golden Tent Khanate martial artist and immediately stopped in his tracks.
Setting everything else aside, Yang Spirit Realm martial artists like Han Jiangli certainly did not lack combat experience.
Han Jiangli in particular was fond of courting death, often making enemies of major sects and being hunted down by their experts. His sensitivity to danger was therefore far from low.
That fleeting sense of urgency just now had made him feel that something was wrong. Compared to merit, Han Jiangli trusted his own instincts more.
Thus, without another word, Han Jiangli turned and prepared to leave. But at that moment, boundless Blood Fiend Qi abruptly engulfed him. A longsword trembled, and this sword strike, as though it had stabbed forth from the Avici Hell itself, was terrifying beyond measure—even the blood throughout Han Jiangli's body began to boil under its stimulation.
Han Jiangli suddenly looked up. A figure wearing a strange mask emerged from that Avici Hell, a blood sword in hand. One side of the mask bore a Heavenly Weapon, the other a ghostly attendant, making it