His presence inspired the soldiers to fight on with even greater determination, for their country and people, for victory and glory!
The clash between Emperor Song and Qi Guze undoubtedly became the focus of everyone's attention. The two powerful figures, one as swift as thunder and the other as mighty as wind and thunder, made their duel the climax of the battle.
Qi Guze, clad in cyan armor and wielding a longsword, moved with agility and grace. Each time he swung his sword, the air seemed to fill with the power of thunder, and every flash of the blade was blinding.
His movements were as fluid as flowing water, sometimes like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable; other times like a dragon emerging from the sea, elusive and unpredictable. On the battlefield, he seemed like an omnipotent war god, every move filled with power and confidence.
The Song Emperor, however, had a completely different style. He wielded a huge battle axe, his imposing figure standing like a towering mountain on the battlefield.
Each swing of his axe carried the force of wind and thunder, seemingly capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, leaving onlookers in awe. His eyes were firm and profound, as if they could see through all illusions. On the battlefield, he was like a raging tiger, and no one could stop his advance.
The clash between the two was intense and thrilling, with each attack sending chills down the spines of onlookers. Their agility, strength, and skill were astonishing, making each duel a jaw-dropping spectacle.
However, at the most crucial moment, the Song Emperor suddenly sneered.
The laughter was filled with mockery and contempt, as if he had already seen through Qi Guze's weakness. Immediately afterward, a melodious flute tune began to play, its gentle and lingering notes seemingly able to penetrate the very soul.
Qi Guze felt a moment of disorientation, as if the flute music had led him into another world.
He tried desperately to stay conscious, but the mysterious force seemed to be everywhere, making it impossible for him to break free. He could only watch helplessly as the Song Emperor charged towards him, wielding his battle axe, and he was powerless to offer any resistance.
At that moment, he was filled with despair and helplessness.
Finally, with a deafening crash, Emperor Song's battle axe struck Qi Guze squarely. The powerful force sent him flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
Qi Guze felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if his bones had been shattered. He struggled to stand up, but the pain rendered him unable to move.
Looking at Qi Guze lying on the ground, Emperor Song revealed a smug smile.
He walked up to Qi Guze, looking down at him as if he were a powerless weakling. He said coldly, "Do you think you're so powerful? In front of me, you're nothing but a pathetic wretch."
Qi Guze struggled to lift his head, his eyes flashing with anger and resentment. He clenched his teeth, trying hard not to show his pain. He took a deep breath and used all his strength to try to stand up.
However, the pain was like an invisible shackle, binding him firmly to the ground.
Seeing Qi Guze struggle, Emperor Song revealed a mocking smile.
He seemed to have forgotten that he too had once been weak, that he too had been trampled underfoot. He had forgotten his original aspirations and beliefs, leaving only his pursuit and obsession with power.
However, at that moment, Qi Guze's gaze suddenly hardened. He stared intently at Emperor Song, as if trying to see into his heart. He took a deep breath and shouted with all his might, "I will not lose to you!"
At that moment, his heart was filled with conviction and courage. He was no longer a weakling bound by pain, but a true warrior. He struggled to his feet, and the longsword in his hand once again gleamed with thunderous light.
Seeing Qi Guze's transformation, Emperor Song's face showed surprise. He seemed to have never expected that this weakling he had trampled underfoot would be able to break free of his restraints and stand up again at the most crucial moment. A nameless fear welled up in his heart.
Qi Guze wielded a longsword, its tip still crackling with the residual power of thunder. Each swing was imbued with lightning. However, Qi Guze gave him no chance. He charged towards the Song Emperor, each attack filled with the power of thunder.
Emperor Song could only passively deal with his attacks, appearing somewhat disheveled. His flute playing could no longer affect Qi Guze, and the surrounding soldiers were also retreating little by little.
Looking at the situation before him, he felt a sense of powerlessness. He knew that this attack was doomed to fail.
"Everyone, retreat for now!" Emperor Song shouted at the top of his lungs.
His voice was filled with helplessness and resentment, as if telling everyone that this was not what he wanted, but reality forced him to make this choice. His gaze swept over each soldier, and his deep eyes revealed an indescribable emotion, a mixture of trust in the soldiers and deep worry about the future.
On the battlefield, flames of war raged and war drums thundered. Upon hearing Emperor Song's command, the soldiers of the Dark Moon Kingdom immediately sprang into action.
Some of their faces showed shock, while others showed determination and resolve. But regardless of their expressions, they all understood that this was the Song Emperor's order, and they had to obey it unconditionally.
The soldiers began their orderly retreat; their steps were fast but not disorderly.
Their figures moved swiftly across the battlefield, like a group of well-trained cheetahs disappearing rapidly into the jungle.
However, their retreat did not elicit cheers from the enemy; instead, it instilled a deep fear in them. They knew that although these soldiers of the Dark Moon Kingdom had temporarily retreated, their fighting spirit had not vanished, and they would return to fight them to the death once more.
As the soldiers of the Dark Moon Kingdom retreated, Emperor Song did not leave. He stood on his chariot, his gaze fixed firmly ahead, as if waiting for something.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes revealed a deep determination and resolve. He knew his soldiers were buying him time, and he was waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.
Beside him were his personal guards, their faces also filled with determination and resolve. They stood guard over the Song emperor as if they were protecting their leader with their own lives.
Their eyes were filled with reverence and trust for the Song Emperor; they knew that as long as the Song Emperor was alive, they had hope.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the generals of the allied forces of the three kingdoms were also observing the Song Emperor. A cunning smile appeared on their faces, as if they could already see the dawn of victory.
However, they also knew that the emperor of the Dark Moon Kingdom was not an easy opponent; he possessed extraordinary wisdom and courage. They had to proceed with caution, otherwise, they might pay a heavy price for a moment's carelessness.
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