Huo Qubing stopped abruptly, then twisted his body and thrust out a long spear with his other hand.

The moment the silvery-white spear tip pierced through the air, a whooshing sound rang out. Under the starlight, the spearhead gleamed with a cold luster, like frost, and instantly appeared in Tu Yuchun's eyes.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, he felt his breath catch in his throat, and he could even smell the blood on the gun barrel in his nostrils.

That's the smell of death.

—The next moment.

"puff."

The sound of metal piercing flesh rang out. Huo Qubing's gaze turned cold as he forcefully twisted and pulled out his spear.

"Heh...heh...heh."

The long knife fell from Tu Yuchun's hand. His eyes widened, and he covered his throat with both hands, making incoherent sounds as blood gushed from between his fingers.

Tu Yuchun felt his body temperature gradually disappearing, and the light in his eyes began to dim.

The surrounding scenery was beginning to blur. He strained his eyes, but found it difficult to see anything clearly. All he could hear seemed to be the screams of his soldiers.

"Tu Yuchun, the demise of the Northern Hu begins today. I will conquer the entire Beiku Grassland and annihilate all the Northern Hu!"

A cold, indifferent voice drifted over, like a death knell from the underworld.

Tu Yuchun's eyes widened, filled with fear, and then his pupils began to contract.

The next moment, he fell to the ground and was trampled by the tiger and leopard riders who rushed over from behind.

Countless hooves trampled over him, his body sinking into the grass, his broken flesh mixed with mud and weeds, forming a heap.

And the fierce battle in the night was coming to an end.

——

The night wind blew gently, stirring up the withered grass and dispersing the stench of blood.

The starlight had increased without anyone noticing, and amidst the countless stars, the grassland had fallen into silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing remaining.

Moments ago, the last Hu Ma army, numbering 15,000, was completely annihilated!

Thus, of the 80,000 troops of the Northern Barbarians, 5,000 were killed by Dian Wei at Shifeng City, and the remaining 75,000 perished on the grasslands.

Qin Ze lay on the grass, wiping the blood from his face, and looked wearily at the night sky. Huo Qubing was in the same state; his body had also reached its limit.

Right now, Qin Ze didn't want to move at all; all he wanted was to get a good night's sleep.

But the system's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has killed a faction; points increased to 10/1 second.]