Behind the Barbarian Tribe's main camp.
At that moment, words could scarcely describe Huyan Ji's shock and fury.
Everything that had happened today struck him as far too bizarre and terrifying.
He had clearly taken every precaution to disguise himself and hidden in the remotest corner of the camp.
Yet the enemy had easily pinpointed him and charged straight toward him.
The instant his eyes had met those of the young Thousand-Household Commander leading the Great Li Dynasty's charge earlier.
Huyan Ji had felt a bone-deep chill, as though he had encountered his destined nemesis.
At the same time, his heart brimmed with questions.
Why could they find my hiding place? Why could he pinpoint me directly?
But the one blessing amid his misfortune was that Wanyan Bulin and the others had arrived in time.
They had stopped the Futu Army and that Great Li Thousand-Household Commander from pursuing him.
As Huyan Ji inwardly sighed in relief, he silently resolved.
Never again would he personally brave danger and approach the front lines.
More importantly, he had to uncover this young man's identity and find a way to kill him.
Otherwise, he would know no peace, whether eating or sleeping, for many years to come.
As these thoughts ran through his mind, a thunderous roar suddenly came from behind.
Huyan Ji turned and saw blood light flashing beneath the feet of that young Great Li Thousand-Household Commander wielding a spear.
Like a phantom, he closed on their group in an instant.
He had actually come charging in alone with his spear.
At this sight, Huyan Ji was startled at first, but then a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.
"You dare charge up here alone? Kill him!"
Huyan Ji was indeed wary of this man.
But what he feared even more