115 Ambush II (2/2)

”Meng Fuyao!”

He let out a yell and charged forward, quickly reaching the edge of the cliff. In the next moment, man and horse in midair, he shouted, ”Ji Yu! You know what to do?”

”Yes!”

The leader of Dark Wind Horses, Ji Yu, wiped the rainwater off his face and raised a hand to signal the soldiers behind to retreat. His astonished eyes never left the opposite cliff. There, the slender figure flipped and turned all over and as quickly as the flowing rain. His gaze then fell upon the corpse that had been pierced by the trunk. It was because of this corpse that had served as a warning to them, and it was thanks to it that they needn't send their own thousands of lives into the hands of the evil ambushers.

Ji Yu looked at the mouth of the broken valley. If he remembered correctly, this path wasn't narrow to begin with so it wasn't possible for an ambush. Because of that and because they were anxious, Zhan Beiye, and himself hadn't noticed the changes in the topography and had almost fallen into a death trap.

He shot a grateful glance toward the cliff and waved. ”Retreat.”

Mountains and forests weren't suitable for battle on horses, and the enemy was prepared. Traps had definitely been set in place so if not now when do they retreat?

Zhan Beiye had gone ahead, however.

His silhouette could be seen flying across the gap, amid the heavy rain, to get to where the arrow rain was being released. The moment he set foot on the ground a round of even denser arrows came toward him.

Without dodging nor giving way, he raised his brows, yelling, ”I'll break them!”

He leaped into the air, aiming his gold spear, which emitted a golden light curtain, downward. With anger and might contained in the light curtain, Zhan Beiye went for it.

”Boom!”

The cliff that protruded like an umbrella had been split.

Big chunks of rocks and bodies fell, and anguished cries echoed throughout the mountain age range. It was the sound of earth crumbling, and it was hard to imagine that a human had caused it.

In the instant Zhan Beiye struck, he flipped and stuck himself to the cliff wall, only rising when the rocks had all fallen. The once heavy mountain was now feather-light, and Zhan Beiye floated his way onto the top.

The beginning of his arrival at the top was the end of the soldiers lying in ambush.

Screams filled the air as a firework of broken arrows and limbs exploded. He barged into the crowd, chopping, seizing, smashing and trampling on everyone in his way.

Witnessing Zhan Beiye's actions from the other cliff, the soldiers raised their bows and released arrows ferociously. Of course, the heavy rain impeded their accuracy, and Zhan Beiye even had the chance to smash them with broken limbs.

Since there was limited space in that area, there were only about 100 soldiers waiting. Soon, Zhan Beiye managed to clear the field. However, with a shout, another crowd surged from within the quiet trees and bushes.

These were soldiers who were waiting for Zhan Beiye and his troop to fall into their trap, but since their ambush had been exposed, they had to resort to surrounding him.

Zhan Beiye stood on the cliff, his black robe fluttering loudly in the wind. Amid the pouring rain, his eyes appeared to contain disdain, and his handsome side profile was sharp and god-like.

”Want to kill me? Dream on.”

He let out a rumbling growl, and the sky lit up momentarily as lighting struck down, its surrounding light illuminating his leaping figure.

He flew up, tossing his heavy spear aside and assumed a posture even mightier than Meng Fuyao's when she had dashed down at a right angle. A leap was all he took to reach the opposite side.

Meng Fuyao raised her head, clothes completely soaked and hair stuck to her face. With complexion appearing increasingly like snow she witnessed Zhan Beiye's leap. Sticking a thin trunk she had used as a weapon into the ground she burst into laughter.

”I'll laugh at you if you fall!”

”Xiu!”

A ball of fire exploded from behind him, its color exceptionally brilliant. It was so bright that even the dull rain couldn't dim its splendor. The next second a reddish-yellow fireball shot straight for Zhan Beiye's back.

”How f*cking despicable,” Meng Fuyao cursed, sending the tree in her hand out with a clap. The trunk collided with the fireball, instantly becoming charred and splitting into two sections. The fireball landed on Zhan Beiye's body, burning off a sleeve.

At that point, he had closed in on them and was a man's distance away from reaching the side of the cliff.

Meng Fuyao let out a sigh of relief but two fireballs appeared, faster and fiercer. One was aimed at Zhan Beiye while the other was at her.

Unfortunately, there weren't enough trees for her to counter the attack.

”Oh, Grandmother!” She cursed once more, dashing toward Zhan Beiye without holding back. She launched herself forward like a cannonball, leaping into the air the next moment. She slammed onto Zhan Beiye with her body in a straight.

She was just a hair's length away from reaching the side of the cliff, and just a millisecond away from saving him.