Chapter 838: Xiong Kuohai
The battle broke out instantly, and the archers of Fengming Shesheng Camp were the first to attack, with arrows raining down on the Flying Tiger Cavalry.

The Flying Tiger Cavalry warriors were not to be outdone and raised their shields, forming an indestructible barrier.

At the same time, the archers among them began to fight back, with arrows flying across the sky, as if a web of death was woven in the sky.

Li Cunxiao took the lead, and King Yu's spear swept through the army. No one could stop him wherever he passed.

Si Yan was also extremely brave. The wind whistled as he swung the Shura Purgatory Halberd. Every swing was accompanied by a thunderous sound. The two fought hard and everything around them seemed to have stopped, leaving only the fierce confrontation between the two of them.

Seeing this, Yang Yin was secretly anxious. He knew that Si Yan was strong, but he was surprised to see Si Yan, who was always so arrogant, showing that kind of expression.

Obviously, for Si Yan, who thinks highly of himself, the Yellow Turban enemy general on the opposite side is definitely not someone that Si Yan can deal with alone.

Therefore, if Si Yan is left alone to face a top master like Li Cunxiao, he will definitely be at a disadvantage in the long run.

Thinking of this, Yang Yin thought about it for a while, and then personally led a team of elite cavalry to go around Li Cunxiao's side, intending to look for and prepare for a surprise attack.

"Come on! Today I will let you see what true bravery is!"

However, Li Cunxiao seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly, swung the Yuwang Spear, and a gust of energy swept out like a tornado, forcing Yang Yin and others to retreat, while he laughed loudly.

The battle became more and more fierce. The soldiers on both sides were blood-thirsty. The blood dyed the ground red and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Yang Yin stood in a corner of the battlefield, his eyes full of anxiety. The battle before him had already far exceeded the scope of his intervention.

The battle between Li Cunxiao and Si Yan, the two top-level Gangqi-side war gods, was like the collision of two giants between heaven and earth. Every clash of weapons seemed to shake the mountains and rivers and make the surrounding air tremble.

As an extremely young god of war, Yang Yin actually appeared so small and powerless in a contest of this level.

Just at that moment, Li Cunxiao casually swung the Yuwang Spear while fighting fiercely, and the surging energy was like a surging tide, almost drowning him.

If Si Yan had not been quick-witted and blocked the fatal blow with the Shura Purgatory Halberd, Yang Yin would have been knocked off his horse and become another insignificant victim of this battle.

At that moment, he truly felt the threat of death and realized the unbridgeable gap between himself and Li Cunxiao.

At this moment, Yang Yin could only retreat unwillingly, feeling unwilling in his heart, as he watched Si Yan gradually fall into a disadvantage under Li Cunxiao's fierce attack. Every swing of the halberd seemed heavier, and the armor on his body was soaked with sweat, sticking quietly to Si Yan's strong back.

Although Si Yan's eyes were still fanatical and the offensive of the Shura Purgatory Halberd in his hand was gradually increasing, Yang Yin knew that if this continued, Si Yan would sooner or later run out of strength and fall into defeat.

Just when Yang Yin was extremely anxious but helpless, changes quietly took place on the other side of the battlefield.

Xiong Kuohai, who had obeyed Li Cunxiao's orders from the beginning, had already followed Li Cunxiao's instructions and led a thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry to the rear of Daqian's reinforcements.

Like a ghost, he silently approached the Fengming Shesheng Camp archers who were hiding in a covert place and shooting arrows at the Flying Tiger Cavalry unscrupulously.

"Haha, I finally caught these bastards!"

Xiong Kuohai had a ferocious smile on his face, holding a copper stick. The heavy weapon seemed light as a feather in his hand.

"Follow me and kill!" With a deafening roar, Xiong Kuohai rushed out fiercely, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and pounced directly on the Fengming Shesheng Camp.

Although the archers of the Fengming Shesheng Camp in the rear were skilled in archery, they were only equipped with a longbow in their hands and a quiver on their backs, and at most a long sword. In close combat, they were no match for Xiong Kuohai and his Flying Tiger Cavalry.

When they reacted, they were shocked to find that they, who had been at the back and providing output, had become the target of the enemy's sneak attack.

For a moment, panic spread in the team. The originally dense rain of arrows came to an abrupt end, replaced by the tidal charge of the Flying Tiger Cavalry and the unstoppable killing of Xiong Kuohai.

Wearing an animal skin coat, the extremely strong Xiong Kuohai rushed around the battlefield like a wild bear. Every time he swung the copper stick, it was accompanied by a whistling wind, which knocked away the enemies in front of him.

Wherever his figure passed, he left a mess. The sharpshooters of Fengming Shesheng Camp were like fragile porcelain in front of him, shattered at the slightest touch.

On the other side, Yang Yin's eyes accidentally glanced back and saw Xiong Kuohai slaughtering the sharpshooters of the Fengming Shesheng Camp, whom he regarded as treasures. An indescribable anger suddenly surged in his heart.

"How dare you, Yellow Turban bandit commander!"

Yang Yin no longer cared about anything and urged his horse to rush straight towards Xiong Kuohai. He held the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear tightly in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light.

However, the situation on the battlefield was far more complicated than Yang Yin had imagined.

As soon as he started to move, several Flying Tiger Cavalrymen came up to him and tried to block his way.

Each of these cavalrymen was extremely skilled and were obviously elite troops carefully selected by Li Cunxiao.

Although Yang Yin was also considered a strong man at the god of war level, he had to divert part of his attention when fighting with these cavalrymen.

He wielded the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear with all his might. Each swing was accompanied by a gust of wind, knocking the oncoming Flying Tiger Riders off their horses one after another.

But it was precisely because of this situation that his speed was greatly slowed down. Seeing Xiong Kuohai wreaking havoc in the back, Yang Yin felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly sounded. It was Si Yan's voice.

He seemed to sense Yang Yin's predicament and suddenly burst out with unprecedented power.

The Shura Purgatory Halberd in his hand danced more tightly, and every swing was accompanied by a thunderous sound, forcing Li Cunxiao to retreat several steps.

Si Yan took the opportunity to take a few breaths, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly looked back, where he saw Xiong Kuohai slaughtering the Fengming Shesheng Camp. He suddenly became anxious, knowing that someone must stop Xiong Kuohai at this moment, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Yang Yin, you go! I'll hold this Yellow Turban bandit back!"

Si Yan shouted loudly, and with trembling hands he tightly grasped the Shura Purgatory Halberd.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yin no longer hesitated. He squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the warhorse neighed loudly. It rushed towards the rear like an arrow from a bow, sweeping past like a gust of wind. Wherever it passed, many Flying Tiger cavalrymen fell off their horses.

(End of this chapter)