Night fell, and the surroundings were pitch black.
However, after turning a corner past a section of the city wall, Yu Wenye glanced up to see the sky ahead, darkened by the night, reflecting a red hue from the fire, and the terrifying sounds of screams echoed continuously. Even through the wall, the chaotic clamor within the city could be heard.
Without a word, he swung his whip forcefully and urged his horse, galloping for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Finally, he was getting closer to the towering flames.
From afar, he could even see the bright light of the flames through the wide-open gate ahead.
Just as they were about to approach the city gate, they saw a chaotic silhouette in the firelight, and suddenly, a team of horses and men burst out from the city gate like arrows shot from the flames!
Yu Wenye's eyes were sharp like a hawk's, and he immediately recognized that at the forefront was Wang Shaoji.
