Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Feng Ziguo sat expressionlessly on his warhorse, but his deep, ocean-like eyes burned with a raging fire of hatred, like the flames of hell, threatening to devour everything.

That night thirteen years ago was an indelible nightmare. Li Po, the villain who once boasted of being a master skinner, ruined his lover and his youth. However, what was even more appalling was that Li Po's younger brother, Li Yan, had also participated in that conspiracy and poisoned Feng Ziguo's fiancée.

Feng Ziguo stared at Li Yan, his voice icy: "Li Yan, do you know how your brother Li Po begged for mercy that night? He kept saying he knew he was wrong, but when I peeled his skin off myself, his cries and trembling made me very happy."

Li Yan's eyes were bloodshot, a mixture of anger and fear swirling within them. He roared, "Feng Ziguo, you madman! I will kill you to avenge my brother!"

Feng Ziguo remained unmoved. He sneered, his voice filled with mockery: "Revenge? Li Yan, do you think you're worthy? Your brother Li Po was so arrogant and happy when he was stripping people, but when it came to himself, he became a pathetic wretch begging for mercy. And you, what makes you think you can challenge me?"

Feng Ziguo's gaze was like a knife, cutting into every inch of Li Yan's soul. He continued, "Li Yan, you and your brother are both selfish cowards. You thought you could trample on other people's lives at will, but you never thought that one day it would be your turn. Now, it's time for you to taste the bitter fruit of your own actions."

Li Yan was driven almost mad by Feng Ziguo's words. He brandished his weapon and charged madly toward Feng Ziguo.

"Brothers, kill him."

"Kill me? Li Yan, you're not qualified." Feng Ziguo coldly uttered these words, then waved his hand, and his warhorse charged towards Li Yan like lightning.

A fierce battle to annihilate them erupted at this moment.

As the sun set and night fell, Zhang Zhi, having pursued Zheng Qian, had already traveled more than eighty li away from Yan City. His warhorses could no longer run, so the twenty thousand Po Yue Long cavalry had no choice but to dismount and set up camp on the spot.

"Marshal Zhang, are you still in good health? I'm going to the city ahead to buy a roast chicken and three catties of rice wine. We'll sit under the moonlight and chat about life. Wait for me."

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, he used the Starry Sky Illusion Step, abandoned his warhorse, and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Zhi patted the warhorse's neck, gently soothing it and allowing it to rest for a moment. He looked around and saw that it was already late, the night was as dark as ink, and all around was quiet except for the sound of the wind in the distance, as if it were telling a story.

Zhang Zhi watched Zheng Qian's figure disappear into the distance, a sense of感慨 (gan3 kai3, a feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and reflection) well in his heart. This young man, though young, possessed both martial arts skills and strategic acumen that were comparable to that of the seasoned veteran, Zhang Zhi.

"To think that someone would dare to provoke the Broken Mountain Dragon Riders, they really have guts."

There were many forks in the road, and the Xuanhu Army kept splitting up and escaping. In the end, they kept chasing Zheng Qian, and now there was no trace of the Xuanhu Army, only Zheng Qian.

A person?

Zhang Zhi suddenly realized that he had been so focused on chasing Zheng Qian that he had forgotten about the Xuanhu Army.

Turning to look at Iwaki, Zhang Zhi wore a thoughtful expression.

"What a brilliant move, 'Dragon in the Shadows'! I almost fell for your trick."

After Zhang Zhi finished speaking, he shouldered his crescent blade and galloped towards Yan City. "Everyone, listen to my command! Travel back to Yan City overnight. I, the marshal, will go first."

He has seen through Zheng Qianbu's scheme and is now rushing back to Yancheng to participate in the final battle. Hopefully, it's not too late.

Instead of splitting up, the Xuanhu Army broke into smaller units and regrouped at Yan City. From the beginning, the Xuanhu Army had never fought against the Poyue Dragon Riders; instead, they had been constantly fleeing. Once they broke into smaller teams, they could travel along side paths to Yan City to regroup, thus reuniting as a whole.

This tactic, seemingly a desperate measure by the Xuanhu Army in the face of the Poyue Dragon Cavalry, was in fact a meticulously planned strategic deployment. Instead of a head-on confrontation, they cleverly employed the tactic of "breaking up into smaller units and building up from small foes," dispersing their originally large and immobile army into several small squads. By leveraging the flexibility and stealth of these squads, they successfully evaded the Poyue Dragon Cavalry's pursuit and ultimately regrouped at Yan City.

At the east gate of Iwaki Castle, Feng Ziwei, Feng Ziguo's half-brother, led the missing 10,000 Poyue Dragon Riders to a stop outside the city gate, followed by 10,000 infantrymen.

The supreme commander of the 10,000 infantrymen was Zhao Zhenghang, Zhao Long's cousin, who had joined the Red Turban Army after failing to make a living in Yancheng.

Feng Ziwei walked to the city gate and roared, "Open the gate!"

The veteran captain of the city's defenses, following procedure, asked Feng Ziwei, "Who is the general? Do you have the necessary permits to enter the city?"

“I am Feng Ziwei, the twelfth son of the Feng family and the deputy commander of the Poyue Dragon Cavalry. If you talk too much to me, I will go in and kill your whole family.”

The captain of the city guards was startled. The young masters of the four great families had never abided by the laws of Wuyan Kingdom. They could kill people in the street without any problem. How could they dare to stop them from entering or leaving the city? They were just courting death.

The Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry is the main force defending the city. Not to mention the young masters of the four great families, even a lowly soldier would not dare not open the gate.

As for Feng Ziwei's disappearance after being ordered to support the Red Turban Army, a rookie like the city garrison captain was not qualified to know.

"Open the city gates!" the captain of the soldiers shouted, and Feng Ziwei led 10,000 Poyue Dragon Cavalry and 10,000 infantrymen into Yan City.

Outside Yan City, Zhao Wan'er, the deputy marshal of the Poyue Dragon Cavalry and the only female general in Wuyan Kingdom, was looking at the stars in the sky.

She chased them all afternoon but didn't catch a single member of the Xuanhu Army, and now she's lost track of them altogether.

Hidden in the bushes was a figure dressed in black robes, who respectfully said, "Commander, Master Zhimou sent me to deliver a message, requesting your immediate return to provide reinforcements."

Zhao Wan'er remained silent, turning her gaze to Yan City, more than thirty miles away, and muttered to herself, "Break the whole into small parts, and build up something from small things? This tactic is interesting."

Leaping onto her warhorse, Zhao Wan'er shouted to the 30,000 Poyue Dragon Riders: "All troops, proceed at full speed! Destination: Yan City Imperial Palace!"

"Giddy up!" Zhao Wan'er took the lead and sped towards Yan City.

Master Strategist, one of the four Shadow Envoys of the Shadow Guard, is intelligent and analytical, serving as the Shadow Guard's brain trust. He can always find flaws in complex situations, providing the Shadow Master with the best course of action. His abilities lie in wisdom and strategy, enabling him to guide the team and turn danger into safety at crucial moments.

Zhi Mou is the most mysterious person in the Shadow Guard, even more mysterious than the Shadow Master. He almost never issues orders to his subordinates. When he does issue an order, it is the most critical moment for the Shadow Guard or the Wuyan Kingdom.

Zhao Wan'er dared not delay and rushed towards Yan City first. When she was about 20 miles away from Yan City, she had to stop.

A corpse hung in the middle of the official road, blocking Zhao Wan'er's way, swaying in the night wind.

"Stop." The corpse looked familiar. Zhao Wan'er called for everyone to stop and rode her horse forward to examine it.

When she saw the owner of the body, Zhao Wan'er gasped and couldn't help but call out, "Li Yan."

Indeed, the corpse was Li Yan, who fought a great battle with Feng Ziguo. His peak Blood Refining Realm strength was insignificant in the eyes of Feng Ziguo's early Spirit Fusion Realm strength, and he ultimately died tragically at the hands of Feng Ziguo.

Who put the body here? To scare me?

It's unlikely. People in high positions like them think things through carefully before they speak or act. Why would they be frightened by a corpse?

Zhao Wan'er was completely baffled. Suddenly, her expression changed drastically, and she roared, "Line up! Prepare for battle!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening clatter of hooves came from all directions as the Xuanhu Army, blending seamlessly into the darkness, charged toward them with murderous intent.

Hanging Li Yan's corpse was to make Zhao Wan'er stop; if she stopped, the 30,000 Po Yue Dragon Riders would stop.

Once the 30,000 Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry stopped, they lost their advantage in a cavalry charge. This was the perfect opportunity for the 50,000 Black Tiger Army to launch their charge.

After a day, Wang Yue and Li Ying not only surrounded and killed the Hongfu army, but also rushed back to join the main force and together they attacked and killed Zhao Wan'er, the deputy marshal.

Feng Ziguo took the lead, his voice echoing in the night sky.

"Zhao Wan'er, your death is near. Kill her."