Beneath the walls of Yanmen Pass.
Xiao Mo had been fighting from dawn until the sun was high in the sky.
He could no longer remember how many men he had killed.
He couldn't recall how many times he had brandished his long spear.
He couldn't count how many had died by his side.
But Xiao Mo knew he could not retreat.
The only thing he could do was charge forward and kill!
Just as Xiao Mo unhorsed another Wei Kingdom soldier with his long spear, he saw a soldier from the Northern Wilderness cut down.
His opponent raised their blade for another strike.
But Xiao Mo's long spear had already pierced the enemy's chest.
"Can you still stand?" Xiao Mo asked, kicking the enemy's corpse away.
"I… I can!" The soldier, named Chen Dong, scrambled to his feet. His eyes were bloodshot, his body was covered in filth and blood, and an aura of fury poured from him. He was clearly in a battle frenzy.
