Desperate Breakout

"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"

A Barbarian leader roared, wielding a giant axe as he charged straight at Li Xuancang. The wind of the axe was fierce, intending to cut him down on the spot.

"You're courting death!"

Li Xuancang's eyes were cold, his killing intent surging as he unleashed his full strength.

He held his long spear, advancing instead of retreating. The spear thrust out like a dragon, moving with extreme speed to evade the giant axe before piercing straight through the Barbarian leader's throat.

"Squish!"

With that single strike, the Barbarian leader collapsed into a pool of blood the very next second.

"Kill!"

He didn't pause for even a moment, his figure weaving through the chaotic ranks of the enemy.

His physical body was formidable, his strength immense, and his stamina astonishing. Wherever his spear passed, Barbarian soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

Ignoring the wounds all over his body, he fought with everything he had, pouring his entire strength into every strike.

In a short time, he had slaughtered over a dozen Barbarian soldiers, carving out a bloody path as he charged toward the location of their provisions.

"Go, hurry up and go!"

The Barbarians were terrified by Li Xuancang's ferocity, yet they stopped in their tracks, not daring to engage him.

Seizing this golden opportunity, Li Xuancang quickly reached the provisions and pulled out the incendiary materials he had prepared.

The next moment, the Barbarians' grain stores erupted into a raging inferno, flames soaring into the sky of the canyon.

"Damn it, what are you all doing?"

Watching the sky fill with fire, the three Barbarian generals currently surrounding Zhao Changlin were livid, wishing they could grind the soldiers below into dust.

They held an absolute advantage, yet they had somehow allowed the enemy to burn their food. How could they accept such a result?

"Hurry, put out the fire!"

With their grain burning, the Barbarians fell into total disarray, scrambling to extinguish the flames.

"A perfect chance! Everyone, break out now!"

Seeing the opportunity to escape, the remnants of the Human Race forces charged forward.

"Forget the others! Kill Zhao Changlin!"

The three Barbarian generals ignored the battlefield below, intent only on killing Zhao Changlin.

As long as they killed Zhao Changlin, they wouldn't consider this a failure.

The three launched even more violent attacks. Zhao Changlin fought one against three, his situation precarious as his wounds continued to multiply.

"Damn it, am I going to die here?"

Covered in blood, Zhao Changlin felt a wave of despair; he saw no hope of escape.

After desperately holding on for a moment, he was covered in scars and nearing his limit.

Just as Zhao Changlin was about to reach his end, a figure suddenly charged into their battlefield.

"Commander Zhao!"

Li Xuancang shouted sharply, attacking fiercely with his spear as he lunged at the three Barbarian generals surrounding Zhao Changlin.

Zhao Changlin was drenched in blood, his strength exhausted, his body riddled with wounds. He leaned on his long saber to barely keep himself upright, on the verge of dying under the Barbarians' blades.

One Barbarian general saw Li Xuancang rushing over and turned to meet him, his face full of disdain.

"Courting death."

He swung his blade, the power of the Late Body Tempering Stage pouring out, intending to kill Li Xuancang instantly.

Facing a full-force blow from a Late Body Tempering Stage warrior, Li Xuancang didn't dodge or evade. He blocked horizontally with his spear, taking the strike head-on.

"Clang!"

The terrifying force traveled down the spear. Li Xuancang's thumb web split open, his arm went numb, and he tasted a sweet, metallic tang in his throat.

"Ah!"

Enduring the intense pain, Li Xuancang leaped up, channeling all his strength into the tip of his spear as he thrust toward the Barbarian general's brow.

"What?"

That Li Xuancang could block his full-force strike caused the Barbarian general's expression to change drastically, and he hurriedly dodged.

"Commander Zhao, go quickly!"

As the Barbarian general dodged, a gap appeared in the encirclement. Li Xuancang and Zhao Changlin hurriedly fled.

"Don't think you can get away!"

The other Barbarian generals realized what was happening and, in a thunderous rage, gave chase.

Unfortunately, they were a step too late. Li Xuancang and Zhao Changlin dashed into the mountain forest, using the dense trees as cover to quickly shake off their pursuers.

"Ah!"

Having lost the trail of the two, the Barbarian generals were incensed, roaring at the sky to vent their inner fury.

Inside the dense forest, Li Xuancang supported a stumbling Zhao Changlin as they moved forward.

"Commander, hurry, this place is not safe for long."

Li Xuancang stepped forward quickly, hoisted the heavily wounded Zhao Changlin onto his back, and departed at speed.

Zhao Changlin was too weak to even speak. Looking at Li Xuancang, who was carrying him to safety, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

If not for Li Xuancang risking his life to save him, he would already be a ghost under the Barbarians' blades.

They ran wildly, the sounds of pursuit behind them gradually fading away.

The two returned to the camp, finally out of danger, and Li Xuancang could no longer hold on.

"Pfft!"

He knelt on one knee, gasping for air. His body was covered in wounds, blood had soaked through his armor, and his strength was almost entirely spent.

Zhao Changlin, on his back, had already fallen unconscious, his condition critical.

The soldiers in the camp saw the two and rushed over.

"Commander Zhao is injured! Quickly, call the military doctor!"

Li Xuancang ordered the soldiers in a loud voice.

The soldiers didn't dare to delay. Some immediately went to fetch the doctor, while others carefully carried Zhao Changlin back to the barracks.

The military doctor arrived quickly, helping to stabilize Zhao Changlin's condition.

Wang Xuanshan, who was overseeing the camp, also received the news and rushed over.

Seeing the battered, unconscious Zhao Changlin and the blood-soaked Li Xuancang beside him, Wang Xuanshan's gaze darkened, a cold aura radiating from his body.

Since Zhao Changlin was unconscious, he could only question Li Xuancang.

"What happened? Why is Commander Zhao so severely injured? What about the others?"

Wang Xuanshan asked several questions in succession, and Li Xuancang answered them one by one.

"Reporting to you, sir, we were ambushed by the Barbarians. Commander Zhao was surrounded by three Barbarian generals, which is why he was so heavily wounded. The others broke out on their own; I do not know their current status."

Li Xuancang was concise, informing him of the general situation.

After hearing what Li Xuancang had to say, a sharp glint flashed through Wang Xuanshan's eyes before he returned to his calm demeanor.

"Your wounds are not light either. Go and get treated first!"

Although the wounds on Li Xuancang's body were not fatal, they looked gruesome, and some were still bleeding.

"Yes."

Li Xuancang bowed and withdrew.

From beginning to end, he never mentioned that he had burned the Barbarians' provisions or that he had saved Zhao Changlin.

Once Zhao Changlin underwent his Awakening and recovered, he would naturally report these things to Wang Xuanshan; he could not overstep his rank.

Watching Li Xuancang's retreating back, Wang Xuanshan muttered to himself.

"To risk his life to bring back Zhao Changlin—he is truly loyal."

Wang Xuanshan admired Li Xuancang; after all, no one disliked a loyal man.