A thrilling duel—both the most renowned generals of Beining and Beiman suffered injuries and spilled blood, yet no victor emerged. The burning desire in their eyes flared higher, an unyielding determination to fight to the end; neither was willing to abandon the match halfway.
Blood flowed down Xie Xun's chest, soaking his robes. Dugu Jing's slashed arm throbbed painfully. Xie Xun's spear pressed against Dugu Jing's heart, while Dugu Jing's spear pointed at Xie Xun's abdomen. If Xie Xun penetrated Dugu Jing's heart, Dugu Jing's spear would surely pierce through Xie Xun's midsection.
Neither could survive!
The cold wind whipped up flurries of snow, settling upon their brows, mingling with the image of mountains, rivers, and the fires of war, against a backdrop of countless soldier corpses strewn around them. They both understood—one strike forward, and the fragile peace between Beiman and Beining would shatter, leading to endless bloodshed!
