The Julu army did put up resistance, but they had very few options for counterattack. Apart from causing some obstruction to the Ye army in the rear, they had no other effect.
It's just that everything happened too fast and too suddenly. They didn't even have time to rest. They racked their brains but couldn't understand how they could have plunged the Ye Camp into grief and anger one moment and then become the ones in the next.
Actually, they didn't understand Yuan Xingzhou and Zheng Quchi. One of them was like an eagle hunting for food, and the other was like a magpie building a nest. They only focused on the magpie's weakness and took over the nest, but they ignored the fact that there was a powerful eagle circling outside.
Anyone who dares to harm a magpie, which the eagle protects like the apple of its eye, will surely incur its wrath and retaliation.
Now, there is no other way but to escape.
The wind howled, cutting their faces painfully. Just as they were about to leave the forest, a large net suddenly appeared from the edge, trapping many people inside. The next second, sharp spikes on the ground pierced through them.
Large amounts of blood flowed out, and many of them were pierced through before they even had time to scream.
The young man grinned: "You guys like to bleed people, right? Well, we'll bleed you to your heart's content!"
The Julu army all turned pale and didn't know how to react. They could only tremble and retreat, eventually sliding down the high slope.
Mo Ye also slipped and slid down the slope. After he reached the ground, he pressed his chest, which was throbbing with sharp pain, and gasped for breath.
Was all of this arranged by Yuan Xingzhou?
The more he thought about it, the more familiar this person seemed... his killing methods, his extreme style of doing things, and the terrifying means of revenge he was currently using... but how could that be?
Mo Ye grinned, blood seeping from Bai Sen's teeth. His eyes darted around rapidly, as if his mind was racing with all sorts of wild speculations.
It was already dark. From day to night, the Julu army had been fleeing. The Ye army was like a hyena that would bite and never let go once it smelled blood. They were now running in a panic, and the number of people was decreasing and the formation was becoming more and more scattered, all in an effort to shake off those behind them.
The Ye army didn't care about these scattered escapees of the Julu army. Their goal was clear: to capture the main force of the Julu army and its leader, Mo Ye.
The entire wilderness was filled with a dark mass of soldiers, who surged in like a tide. Finally, they arrived at a basin surrounded by slopes on all sides, where shadows loomed down and forced them into a narrow alley.
A huge moon hung overhead, its pale light falling on their faces. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, they stopped retreating.
The Ye army circled the slope but made no further move. Just as the Julu army was feeling puzzled and uneasy, a person slowly walked out from behind.
The cool moonlight perfectly outlined his figure, but at the same time, it also revealed the cruelty and ruthlessness he was born with.
"Mo Ye, is it fun to be constantly chased from behind, with the possibility of being beheaded at any moment?"
It turns out they hadn't acted because the person who would actually carry out the execution hadn't arrived yet, but now Yuan Xingzhou has.
His appearance intensified the already heavy and tense atmosphere, making it feel as if the air was being squeezed and drawn away, and one's heart was about to explode.
Mo Ye had blood in his throat. He was panting and looked up at him directly, his face arrogant and provocative: "It's fun, it's really fun. I love this kind of excitement."
Yuan Xingzhou smiled and said, "It seems you haven't had enough fun yet. Let's continue playing then."
These words were spoken softly and gently, without any sharp edges or edge, but one cannot judge them by their tone alone. Upon closer examination, one can feel as if a sea of blood is surging and a massive tsunami of malice is about to crash down upon them.
Upon receiving His Highness's order, the young man immediately ordered hundreds of men to unleash flying knives under the moon. The palm-sized knives were as thin and flexible as willow leaves, flashing with cold light as they were thrown. The Julu Army below clashed with their swords, but this was only a small part of the battle. Most of them only saw a blur before their eyes, and blood spurted out as it pierced through their armor, with many falling to the ground.
Seeing that he had only retorted once, the other side had already caused a number of his surrounding troops to be lost. It was not a case of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, but rather to tell him, "Look, in my eyes, you are like an ant that can be crushed at will. No matter how high you jump, you are just a clown who makes a fool of himself."
"Are you really Yuan Xingzhou?" Mo Ye asked, his gaze fixed on Yuan Xingzhou, not missing a single micro-expression that might appear on his face.
But Yuan Xingzhou didn't even blink at his sudden probing: "If I am not Yuan Xingzhou, then who do you think I am?"
He asked the question casually, as if he didn't care at all about the hidden meaning in Mo Ye's words.
But when Mo Ye saw his expression, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
The more flawless he appeared and the more composed he seemed, the more uneasy Mo Ye felt.
Would a normal person react like this when asked this question?
No, everything is wrong...
Mo Ye tried his best to calm himself down, but the cold sweat on his forehead and his clenched teeth made him feel as if he were trapped in some kind of quagmire from which he could not escape. The more he tried to break free, the deeper he was pulled into the quagmire.
He suddenly felt that not only him, but the entire six kingdoms seemed to have fallen into a trap that had been set up long ago. Reaching this point was not because they lost due to carelessness, but because... they were all destined to lose here!
"Mo Ye, don't worry, I won't kill you for now."
"Then should I be grateful to the Crown Prince of Ye for sparing my life?" Mo Ye mocked.
“No need for that. After all… there is a kind of life in this world that is worse than death,” Yuan Xingzhou said, raising an eyebrow.
The next second, Yuan Xingzhou took action himself. He had a willow-leaf knife in his hand. This kind of knife was not for killing people, but a torture device, specifically designed to make people wish they were dead.
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