Daqin: The beginning of the collapse of the sky, sweeping across the Western Regions

Yu Huatian was more direct, with an unmistakable threat in his tone: "Bai Yifei, you will pay the price for your current actions."

His voice was icy cold, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Bai Yifei felt the murderous intent of the two people behind him, and his heart trembled slightly, but his face remained calm.

He knew very well that he had no way out at this moment and could only move forward.

He turned around and faced Cao Zhengchun and Yu Huatian, his voice calm but firm: "You two, I have no intention of being your enemy, but we each serve our own masters, and I must complete my mission."

His eyes were fixed firmly ahead, with no intention of retreating.

The atmosphere suddenly froze to the extreme, and the confrontation between the three people was like an invisible battle. Everyone was waiting for the other's move, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if even the air was frozen.

The wind in the alley seemed to sense the tension, blowing gently but unable to take away any hostility.

The atmosphere in that narrow, moss-covered alley was suffocatingly tense.

A long-planned conflict is about to break out, and one can almost smell the gunpowder in the air.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappling onto the ancient brick walls, as if warming up for the battle that was about to begin.

Figures from the East and West Factories came like a tide, and they had only one target - Bai Yifei's soldiers.

When these soldiers arrived, they were already wearing uniform armor, holding spears, and ready for battle.

There was a nervous glint in their eyes, because they knew that the coming battle would be a fight of life and death, with no way out.

Cao Zhengchun, the leader of the East Depot, was dressed in black, with eyes as cold as a sword. He waved the sword in his hand and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Men of the East Depot, come on! Take down this guy who insulted our king! As for the others, kill them all!"

With his order, the figures of the East Factory rushed towards the enemy like a black torrent.

They were armed with swords and looked as aggressive as a group of ferocious beasts.

At the same time, Yu Huatian of Xichang was not to be outdone.

He waved his hand, and the men behind him rushed forward and fought with the people from the East Factory.

The two sides fought back and forth, with swords flashing and shouts of killing rising one after another.

Although Bai Yifei's soldiers were numerous, they gradually fell into a passive position facing the pincer attack from the East Factory and the West Factory.

However, they did not retreat, but held their weapons tightly and fought bravely.

They understand that if they fail, a tragic fate awaits them.

During the fierce battle, the ground was stained with blood and broken limbs were everywhere.

But both the East Factory and the West Factory were ruthless and tried desperately to win.

The whole scene was in chaos, as if the end of the world was coming.

At the same time, Yu Huatian from the Western Factory was not to be outdone. His movements were elegant but full of murderous intent. He gently waved the folding fan in his hand.

The subordinates from the Western Depot behind him followed closely. Although their actions were not as fierce as those from the Eastern Depot, they were still ruthless and feminine.

The two forces approached each other at an extremely fast speed, and then collided in an instant. The sound of metal colliding echoed throughout the alley, like a continuous stream of firecrackers.

Although Bai Yifei's soldiers were well-trained, they soon became overwhelmed by the joint attack of the East Factory and the West Factory.

The pace of this battle is very fast and intense. Every breath and every movement may be the key to life and death.

The people from the East Factory, relying on their powerful frontal combat capability, constantly pressed the enemy's defenses like a storm; while the people from the West Factory were more adept at using hidden weapons and sneak attacks; their attacks were pervasive and hard to defend against.

In the chaos, Qin Tian and Yan Lingji were urgently taken away from the center of the battlefield by a small team of masters from the East Factory and the West Factory.

Their figures appeared at the end of the alley, and then led them to one end of the alley. The fighting here was a little quieter because the sound of fighting in front was endless and terrifying.

Qin Tian stood quietly in the shadow of the alley, his eyes passing through the fighting crowd and looking steadily into the distance.

His heart was full of worries and he also carried a heavy responsibility.

He knew very well that his identity and choices not only affected his own destiny, but also the safety of everyone around him, and even affected the future of the entire Qian Kingdom.

Yan Lingji leaned closely against Qin Tian's side, her face slightly pale but her eyes were extremely firm.

She clearly understood that no matter what challenges she would face next, she would fight side by side with Qin Tian and never back down.

Her hand unconsciously held Qin Tian's hand. At this tense moment, the tacit understanding between the two became particularly precious, as if it could bring endless strength to each other.

The battle in the alley continues, and every clash of swords means a life-and-death struggle.

The personnel from the East Factory and the West Factory gradually gained the upper hand in the fierce battle. Their cooperation became more and more tacit, and every step was steady and solid, suppressing Bai Yifei's soldiers to the point where they could not breathe.

Bai Yifei's soldiers were engaged in a bitter battle. Although they tried their best to resist, they were still unable to withstand the enemy's fierce offensive.

Bai Yifei observed from the rear that his soldiers were gradually falling into a disadvantage, his brows furrowed tightly, knowing in his heart that the current situation was already extremely critical.

However, as a general, he knew very well that he must not easily shake the morale of the troops at this moment.

So he took a deep breath, calmly adjusted his combat strategy, and ordered some soldiers to go around the flanks in an attempt to break through the encirclement of the East Factory and the West Factory.

The fierce fighting on the battlefield seemed to have temporarily entered a stalemate, but both sides knew that this was just a brief calm before the storm.

Every subtle movement and every transition between offense and defense is paving the way for the final life-and-death battle.

On this battlefield filled with blood and killing, the figures of Qin Tian and Yan Lingji are like a ray of tranquil light.

They are in the torrent of history, perhaps just two insignificant specks of dust.

However, it is their choices and actions that have the power to change the course of history.

The battle is still going on, the smell of blood and sweat are intertwined and permeate everyone's nose.

Every soldier is fighting bravely for his beliefs and mission.

Amidst the endless sounds of killing, Qin Tian and Yan Lingji's eyes were more focused on the distant future, where they would have to make difficult decisions.