Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chu Changning dodged and broke out of the encirclement of the Western Regions, carrying his sword towards the battlefield littered with corpses.

Arrows rained down, piercing the sharp void with a whooshing sound. The soaring arrows hurtled down like a hurricane, but she charged towards him without hesitation.

"A-Wan, come back."

A deep, angry roar came from behind her, the wind howled, and her cold clothes were soaked by the rain. She didn't turn around; her voice was resolute.

"Helian Ye, what I owed you, I've returned to you."

The sky merged into darkness, and the mountains on both sides glowed coldly. Black arrows, gleaming with firelight, whistled as they rained down from the sky, leaving the entire land a bloody mess, littered with corpses.

"Chu Changning, go back."

A cold, unyielding voice came from the battlefield ahead, his silhouette clearly discernible in the darkness.

Under the vast wind and rain, the fierce north wind howled past, and vultures circling overhead gnawed at the bright red flesh.

He stood on the battlefield littered with corpses, sword in hand, his white robe stained with blood. The Northern Army guarded his side, their menacing presence awe-inspiring.

Chu Changning said nothing and walked forward with his knife in hand.

The dense volley of arrows stopped instantly, and all sounds of battle fell silent on the vast wilderness.

Under the dark, heavy rain, Helian Ye silently watched the slender figure, his silence terrifying. After a long while, he calmly spoke, his voice like a ghost.

"Bring me arrows."

He stood at the front of the army, riding high on his horse, a golden arrow nocked in his bow, his four fingers together, and with a burst of internal energy, he released his grip on the arrow.

Chu Changning turned around abruptly, and a golden arrow, gleaming like a bowstring, pierced through the cold rain and shot towards the person behind her.

With incredible speed, she leaned forward to block, but the arrow grazed her neck, the faint traces of blood instantly washed away by the rain, before hurtling backward at breakneck speed.

Yan Beimo made no attempt to dodge; the arrow in his hand, accompanied by a biting wind, cleaved through the air and struck directly at the target.

The two arrows struck each other in mid-air, and the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Chu Changning stood in the middle, the heavy rain lashing her body, and she could clearly hear the ear-piercing crackling of sparks in the air beside her.

The wind howled fiercely, and she tensed up, afraid to move. Out of the corner of her eye, she almost burned her eyes.

Ordinary arrows are naturally no match for specially crafted golden arrows, which possess terrifyingly high power. At the moment of impact, the arrows snapped and fell to the ground with a crack, while the scarlet golden arrows struck Yan Beimo's heart with the ferocity of tigers and wolves.

The eyes of all the soldiers suddenly fixed on this scene, and the sharp roars and neighing of the warhorses were loud and clear.

Yan Beimo flashed past swiftly, the sharp edge of the golden arrow grazed his robe, tearing through the west wind and piercing flesh. The next second, several golden arrows came hurtling towards him with lightning speed, accompanied by wind and rain.

The Northern Army reacted swiftly, charging forward with their swords, only to be stopped by the Western Regions. War broke out, and blood instantly boiled across the vast wilderness.

Chu Changning felt a chill run through him. He snatched a horse and charged forward at lightning speed.

Ten arrows rained down, each one aimed at his life. On the crimson battlefield, Yan Beimo moved like a ghost, and even when wounded, he was as fast as lightning, escaping the hail of arrows.

Helian Ye met his gaze across the corpse, then gestured behind him.

Lightning ripped through the sky, and the black silhouette of the Tianshan Mountains drifted northward, while the sounds of wind and rain boiled over the desolate and empty plains.

Suddenly, the sound of an arrow piercing the west wind came from behind, heading straight for Chu Changning, who was riding on horseback.

At the critical moment, Yan Beimo hurled his battle sword with a bang.

The unremarkable black arrow could not withstand the thunderous attack of the battle blade and snapped in two beside her.

At that moment, a golden arrow, accompanied by a downpour, pierced Yan Beimo's chest. Without his sword, he had no time to defend himself and staggered backward.

With a loud neigh, Chu Changning stared wide-eyed at the blood that had exploded on his chest. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with ice shards raging inside his body and his limbs going numb.

She turned to look in Helian Ye's direction, a surge of murderous intent and anger rushing into her mind.

He took advantage of her.

Under the torrential rain, Helian Ye could clearly see the resentment in her eyes. He withdrew the golden arrow from his hand and remained silent.

As the wind blew, screams pierced the eardrums. A mournful north wind swept across the land, and in the sky, a dark and gleaming black eagle cried out and roared.

Night Hawk stared at His Majesty, who was covered in blood, his eyes blazing with fury, and stood guard beside him with his sword.

The Bei family army had followed Yan Beimo through thick and thin for many years, fighting in the north for many years and achieving great military exploits. But they never expected that today they would die on this northern frontier.

Yan Beimo's face was deathly pale, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his chin was crimson, but his brows and eyes were cold and stern as he quietly watched the blue figure rushing towards him.

Chu Changning rode his horse past the enemy troops, his knife mercilessly plunging into the bodies of the Western Region soldiers.

The people from the Western Regions stared at her in shock. Helian Ye's face instantly darkened, and the surroundings became eerily silent.

The wind and rain continued to fall, creating a desolate and bleak scene. The soldiers from the Western Regions immediately surrounded her and fought their way through.

Chu Changning was already bloodthirsty, and a fierce wind howled around her; her eyes shone with a frightening intensity.

Wu Ji's face was covered in blood, and his burly body ruthlessly slashed at her neck with a large knife.

"stop."

From afar, Helian Ye's roar could be heard as his horse galloped forward, charging straight toward the battlefield.

Wu Ji paused, a murderous intent surging from behind him. He quickly turned around and met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

The two blades slashed down fiercely, and the powerful internal force caused his arm to break, sending him flying instantly.

With a soft "pfft," Yan Beimo spat out blood, which splattered onto Chu Changning's face.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the person who was staggering backward, then quickly helped him up.

"Yanbei Desert".

The wound on his chest, where he had been slashed by a knife, was reopened by the golden arrow. The silent airflow felt like a sharp arrow piercing his heart, tearing at it.

Chu Changning felt short of breath, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Why did you come here when you knew it was a trap?"

The ripples in her eyes, reflected in the water, were vivid, and the howling wind blew through her hair, causing it to tremble slightly.

The vast天地间离寥凄鹿 (desolate and bleak) was filled with the desolate sound of the wind carrying the wild howling of the torrential rain.

Yan Beimo stared intently at her familiar face, his fingertips gripping her arm slightly warm, his voice as soft as if carried away by the wind.

"I'll take you home."

Chu Changning didn't hear his voice clearly, but sensed the killing intent, and immediately swung his knife forward to slash.

Helian Ye rode his horse, watching her movements. His expression was chillingly cold, without a trace of any allure.

"If you try to save him today, I'll kill you too."

Chu Changning showed no fear, standing in front of Yan Beimo and looking at him calmly.

"Kill me first."