Just then, Mo Beichen reached out his broad palm and gently squeezed Yun Qingluo's small hand, giving her silent comfort and encouragement.
He said gently, "Don't worry, as long as we work together, we will surely defeat the enemy. However, time is of the essence, and we must take immediate action!"
After saying that, he swept his gaze firmly across the crowd.
Without hesitation, the group quickly and efficiently changed into combat gear and then sped off like arrows towards the smoke-filled battlefield.
Their figures resembled a pack of tigers about to charge into enemy territory.
On the battlefield, both Eunuch Wu and Xiao Jue sustained injuries to varying degrees, and all the soldiers held on to their last breath.
Xu Ci stared intently at the raging fire in the distance, his heart filled with doubt and worry.
He muttered to himself, "This is really strange. Logically speaking, after so much time has passed, these fires should have gradually weakened. But why do they not only show no signs of slowing down, but are actually getting bigger and bigger?" As he spoke, he frowned and fell into deep thought.
Jiang De, who was standing to the side, followed Xu Ci's gaze and was equally surprised.
He pursed his lips and muttered in dissatisfaction, "They've been riding at breakneck speed all this way, they should have arrived at the camp by now. What are these people doing instead of focusing on putting out the fire? What a bunch of useless trash." Before he finished speaking, a cold gaze shot towards him like a sharp sword.
It turned out that Ming Siqing had overheard Jiang De's complaint. His eyes instantly turned icy cold as he said, "Who gave you the audacity to call my soldiers trash?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang De and Xu Ci felt a pang of anxiety and quickly lowered their heads to admit their mistake.
With victory in sight, they knew they absolutely could not offend Ming Siqing at this moment, and even if they were dissatisfied, they could only force themselves to endure it.
Ming Siqing glanced out of the corner of his eye at the increasingly fierce flames in the distance, and a nameless fire rose in his heart.
He secretly regretted, "If only I had sent a capable general to accompany us, we wouldn't be dragging our feet and being so inefficient." Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out ahead.
Several soldiers came running towards them in a panic, their faces blackened and their armor charred black, clearly having just fled from the camp. One of them shouted as he ran, "General, something terrible has happened! The reinforcements from Sumeru have already arrived..."
"What did you say?!" Ming Siqing, Jiang De, and Xu Ci stood up abruptly as if struck by lightning, asking in unison.
The soldier who came to report the military situation had his head bowed and his body trembling slightly. Because he maintained this posture, no one could see what his expression was like.
Ming Siqing took a step back in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! My men have thoroughly scouted the surrounding area, and there's no sign of any reinforcements within a hundred miles. Where did these suddenly appearing troops come from? They can't possibly be reinforcements!"
Xu Ci, standing to the side, said coldly with a stern face, "Sixth Prince, don't forget, this is Xumi's territory." This sentence seemed unremarkable, but its profound meaning was self-evident—when it came to familiarity with the terrain of Xumi, the locals were naturally more knowledgeable.
Ming Siqing's icy gaze instantly shot towards Xu Ci, and he questioned sharply, "What do you mean by that? Are you doubting this prince?"
Faced with Ming Siqing's questioning, Xu Ci calmly looked away and respectfully replied, "How could this humble general dare to doubt the Sixth Prince? This humble general awaits the Sixth Prince's triumphant return."
However, despite his words saying he dared not, the sarcastic tone in his words was clear to everyone.
Just as the three people were arguing fiercely, their faces flushed and unable to stop, they suddenly felt a chilling sensation on their necks.
It turned out that Yunying, Fengtianxing, and Yunju had each taken an enemy commander hostage with lightning speed.
"Who...who are you people? How dare you be so bold..." Xu Ci asked in terror, but before he could finish his sentence, a crisp "crack" was heard, and his head rolled to the ground.
At this moment, those people who had been facing away from the chariot and had not noticed anything unusual finally heard the commotion.
However, by the time they all turned around, it was too late.
In that brief moment, one of the three commanders was beheaded, while the other two were firmly in the hands of the enemy.
"The sixth prince of the Netherworld Continent has now fallen into our hands. If the Netherworld army does not want your prince to perish, then quickly lay down your weapons and surrender!" one of the kidnappers shouted.
Immediately afterward, another hostage-taker shouted, "Xu Ci, the commander of the Ghost Continent, has already perished. If the soldiers of the Ghost Army still want a chance to return to their hometowns and reunite with their families, then immediately lay down your weapons and submit to us, Xumi!"
At the same time, the third kidnapper threatened without backing down: "General Jiang De of the Void Continent is now our prisoner. If the Void Army does not obediently surrender and lay down their weapons, then your general's head will roll off the bridge, and you will not be able to live either!"
Just as the two armies were locked in a stalemate and on the verge of exchanging blows, a dark shadow plummeted from the night sky like a shooting star.
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