The man stared coldly at Zhao Feng.
Meanwhile, the battle cries around them drew ever closer. The Martial Suppression Guard had already broken through the Royal Court's household troops, while Sun Chenzong's army and the main force of the Eastern Route Army under Qin Zhongwu had completely crushed the Barbarian Tribe army's defenses from the front and flank.
Just then.
The man suddenly moved, protecting Wutai as he retreated. Both vanished together into the shadows behind the curtain. Zhao Feng pursued them for two steps and lifted the curtain. Beyond it lay a narrow passage, with several fragments of a wooden barricade scattered across the ground at its far end, kicked aside. The two men had disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Feng stood at the opening in the curtain for a moment before turning back into the command tent. He knew how easy it was for someone in the Profound Mastery Realm to take a person away. Even an army of ten thousand could not stop them.
He untied the curled tiger-head banner of the Royal Court from its pole and tucked it into the crook of his arm.
Although Wutai had escaped, the Royal Court's army continued to resist.
The fighting did not end until dawn on the third day.
The main forces of the Barbarian Tribe's Five Tribes had been almost entirely annihilated. The Royal Court's princes, dukes, marquises, and their families, including the khan's consort, had all been captured. Only Wutai himself had escaped.
By then, work to clear the battlefield was already underway in the dusk. Sun Chenzong's infantry formations were assembling and taking roll in orderly fashion. Columns of surrendered soldiers were being divided among different temporary camps, bodies were buried where they lay, and the spoils were sorted and stored.
Once the dust had