In an instant, countless troops from eight countries surrounded Mu Beichen. The flashing swords and shadows were as fast as lightning, and the weapons clashed and clanged, with the sounds of air being torn apart mixed with screams of people, all of which pierced the vast sky in an instant.

At this moment, Mu Beichen was like a demon with bloodshot eyes, letting the enemy tear his flesh apart with each sword strike. He had no feeling in his body, and was only swinging his long sword with all his might, stabbing at the people who were coming towards him. All he could see was blood splattering everywhere, and he couldn't tell whether the blood was from his own body or from the enemy.

The kings standing next to Su Yu were also quite frightened. Among them, the king from the foreign land quickly pretended to be relaxed and turned his head to admire the scenery, while wiping the cold sweat from his face.

Although they had experienced countless battles, large and small, they had never seen such a breathtaking scene. It was simply unbelievable that a single person could fight against thousands of troops and unleash such extraordinary power.

Before long, the ground was littered with corpses. The countless bodies and endless pools of blood were clearly visible, sending chills down everyone's spines. Everyone was trembling with fear at Mu Beichen's reckless fighting style. The entire enemy army involuntarily took a step back. They stared blankly at him, who was covered in wounds but still had an indomitable spirit. They were all at a loss.

After this fierce battle, Mu Beichen was almost completely exhausted. Gradually, he began to feel weak and powerless. He held his sword with his right hand and barely supported his body as he knelt on one knee, watching helplessly as the enemy soldiers charged with their sharp blades. He had no strength left to fight back.

Su Yu stared intently at Mu Beichen, who was about to die, from a distance. He curled his lips into a wicked smile.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, he vaguely saw through his blurry vision that a woman in black riding a fast horse was leading a thousand horses galloping towards him. However, because her face was completely covered by a mask, he could not recognize who she was.

Upon seeing this scene, Su Yu's face immediately darkened. She flung her hand and shouted angrily, "Attack!"

Upon hearing the sound, the soldiers immediately shifted their target, shouting encouragement as they rushed towards Yu Qianqian. As their weapons clashed, close combat ensued, with the sounds of wind and cranes constantly assaulting their ears.

For a fleeting moment, as Yu Qianqian turned and looked up, a flying sword shot out from who-knows-where, slicing open her sideburns and causing her golden mask to fall off, revealing the large scar on one side of her cheek.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be stunned by her face, especially when Mu Beichen saw her unrecognizable appearance. He immediately felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He couldn't even tell if it was guilt, pity, or regret... He hated himself for letting go back then, and wished he could tear that devil Mu Feiyu to pieces!

In just a few days apart, how much inhumane torture did she endure to become like this?

Staring intently at her, his eyes gradually turned crimson. Finally, at this moment, he gripped the hilt of his sword with all his might, slowly rose from his kneeling position, and walked forward step by step.

"..."

Mu Beichen hadn't taken more than a few steps when suddenly his body went limp, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Looking at Yu Qianqian, who was only a few hundred meters away from him, he felt that those few hundred meters were a distance he had never experienced before, and that even if he used all his strength, he could not get any closer to her.