"Boom...!"
When Gu Chenfeng split the earth with one thrust of his spear, drawing on the might amassed by the Futu Army to crush the layers of traps before the Barbarian Tribe camp.
The outcome of this charge was already decided.
The Futu Army and the elite cavalry led by Li Yuanqi crashed head-on into.
The Barbarian Tribe infantry formations outside the camp, whose soldiers had already been frightened deathly pale.
Amid a bloody, utterly one-sided slaughter.
The Barbarian Tribe infantry formation was pierced straight through and routed by the Futu Army.
The army poured into the Barbarian Tribe camp like a raging torrent.
At that moment, within the sprawling Barbarian Tribe camp.
Inside a tent in one corner.
A ball of watery blue light enveloped the space inside the tent, forming a defensive Grand Formation of astonishing strength.
Within the array, the Sixth Prince, Huyan Ji, had already changed into the armor of an ordinary Barbarian Tribe soldier.
Beside him were his personal guards, who had likewise changed into soldiers' armor.
Surrounded by their protection, Huyan Ji gazed at the defensive array radiating powerful energy, and his heart settled slightly.
But his expression remained grim.
They had clearly prepared thoroughly for this southern invasion, and the Barbarian Tribe Army's strength had increased greatly.
Yet unexpected setbacks had arisen time and again.
Their army had clearly held an overwhelming advantage just now, yet the Great Li forces had actually found an opportunity to counterattack.
They had even forced him into hiding.
The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt, and he immediately issued an order.
"Find out exactly who is leading those troops.
Then pass down my command: whoever captures him alive will be richly rewarded!"
Before Huyan Ji's command could leave the tent.
A messenger hurried