Is it over?
It's over.
Li Xuan gasped for breath as he looked around. Blood mixed with yellow earth, and corpses littered the ground—a hellscape made manifest.
Breaking enemy lines, taking the lead, seizing banners, slaying generals. Breaking through was the easiest; killing the general, the hardest.
When the commanding general dies, the will of ten thousand soldiers collapses.
When Li Xuan set foot on this blood-soaked path with the resolve to die, he hadn't truly imagined he could reach Yuan Zhen's side. Now, in this moment, it all felt surreal.
As if caught in a dream, he didn't know whether he should wake.
At that moment, Chen Ji struggled to crawl up from the ground, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief.
Seeing Li Xuan in a daze, he immediately tore off a strip of his clothing, rushed forward, and wrapped it around Yuan Zhen's severed head, then handed it to Li Xuan.
