Huanzhu Time Travel: Yan Luo's Unbreakable Love in the Yong Dynasty

Amidst everyone's anxious anticipation, the sound of orderly and rapid footsteps finally drifted from afar. Reinforcements had finally arrived!

Led by Fukang'an, the palace's elite troops stormed into the celebration site like tigers descending a mountain. They were clad in bright armor, wielded sharp blades, and their eyes revealed a resolute killing intent.

"Kill!" At Fukang'an's command, the soldiers surged towards the Shadow Cult members like a tidal wave.

The already somewhat panicked Shadow Cult members were thrown into disarray by this sudden attack. Their offensive rhythm was completely disrupted, forcing them to divert some of their forces to hold off reinforcements.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, Furen's spirits soared. "Brothers, follow me and wipe out these villains!" He brandished his long sword and charged back into the enemy ranks.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the pressure on the palace guards was greatly reduced. Their morale was high, and they worked closely with the reinforcements to launch a pincer attack on the Shadow Cult members.

Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, Yongqi once again engaged in battle with the leader of the Shadow Cult. By this time, after a brief respite, his physical strength and fighting spirit had returned to their peak.

"Today is your end!" Yongqi roared, his swordplay becoming increasingly fierce. His swordsmanship combined power and agility, each strike carrying a powerful aura, leaving the Shadow Cult commander somewhat overwhelmed.

The Shadow Cult leader was somewhat flustered, but he still tried to remain calm: "Hmph, don't be too happy!" He wildly brandished his longsword, trying to find Yongqi's weakness.

However, Yongqi was completely focused at this moment, giving his opponent no chance whatsoever. He seized an opportunity and suddenly thrust his sword towards the opponent's throat. The Shadow Cult leader hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still grazed on the cheek by the sword.

"You..." The Shadow Cult leader was both shocked and furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yanzi, Liu Qing, and Liu Hong also gained the upper hand in their battle against the Shadow Cult members. Xiao Yanzi's swordsmanship became increasingly skillful; she moved nimbly through the enemy ranks, each strike hitting her target with precision.

Liu Qing and Liu Hong worked together seamlessly, flanking Xiao Yanzi from the left and right, repelling the enemies who approached her.

"These guys, let's see how long you can last!" Liu Qing shouted as he attacked.

As the battle continued, the number of Shadow Cult members dwindled, and their resistance grew increasingly feeble. Yet, they persisted in their resistance, refusing to surrender easily.

Seeing this, Fukang'an shouted, "Don't give them a chance to breathe, take them all down!"

The soldiers obeyed the order and attacked the enemy even more fiercely.

Throughout the fierce battle, Hongli, protected by his guards, closely monitored the situation. Seeing the tide gradually turn in his favor, a great weight was finally lifted from his shoulders.

"These traitors dared to cause trouble in the palace. Today, they will pay a heavy price!" A stern light flashed in Hongli's eyes.

The battle continued. Although the Shadow Cult members were retreating steadily, their fierce resistance also caused some casualties to the palace guards and reinforcements.

"We must end the battle as soon as possible and reduce casualties!" Furen looked at his fallen brothers, his heart filled with grief.

Just then, a member of the Shadow Cult broke free from the guards' encirclement and charged towards Hongli. He held a dagger in his hand, his eyes filled with madness.

"Oh no! Protect the Emperor!" everyone exclaimed.

At the critical moment, Fukang'an swiftly fired an arrow, striking the cultist squarely in the back. The cultist screamed and collapsed to the ground, his dagger falling to the side.

"Phew..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After a fierce battle, the Shadow Cult members were finally subdued. Some were captured alive, while others lay dead in pools of blood.

The scene of the royal celebration was one of utter devastation. Weapons, blood, and corpses littered the ground, bearing witness to this harrowing battle.

"Your Majesty, all members of the Shadow Cult have been captured!" Fukang'an knelt on one knee and reported to Hongli.

Hongli nodded slightly: "Thank you all for your hard work. Clean up the scene immediately and treat the wounded."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the crowd replied in unison.

The crisis seemed to have subsided, but the forces behind the Shadow Cult remained unknown. What other schemes did they have up their sleeves? And why did the mysterious figure intervene? These questions, like layers of fog, shrouded everyone's minds. Hongli, Xiaoyanzi, and the others knew that this was just the beginning; the road ahead was long, and they had to be even more cautious to face more unknown challenges.

This chapter concludes here. Stay tuned for the next chapter.