A group of people circled around Mii Lohe, with ropes hidden on the other side, gradually shrinking the radius until it was down to about two zhang. At that moment, Zhao Heng’s group suddenly made their move, quickly tossing their nooses.

Eight or nine people threw their nooses simultaneously, with only four hitting the target. They then forcefully pulled Mii Lohe right off his horse. In that instant, Mii Lohe went berserk, struggling like a wounded beast, his eyes bloodshot. Although his inner qi was restricted by the cloud qi, in that moment of madness, Mii Lohe broke several ropes with sheer force.

However, more ropes were flung in the same direction, and the last group of people swarmed over, wrapping Mii Lohe tightly into something resembling a ball of yarn, with only his head exposed and his mouth stuffed with a large wad of grass rope.

"That should hold him," Yu Jin mused to himself, satisfied at the sight of Mii Lohe, tied into a ball with iron chains, hemp ropes, and silk cloth in a chaotic assembly.

"However, a master of inner qi manifestation, without the suppression of cloud qi, has power beyond our measure, so..." Yu Jin circled the ball-shaped Mii Lohe, stepping around and muttering to himself, then decisively struck him on the back of the head with the butt of a spear.

"That should do it," Yu Jin commented contentedly, looking at the unconscious Mii Lohe, his previously sullen face now full of satisfaction.

"Hengheng, even inner qi manifestation isn’t invincible. It seems that as long as the method is right, there’s nothing that can’t be managed." At that moment, Yu Jin felt utterly satisfied, no longer dissatisfied with his own strength, as he was always destined to tread the path of command.

Having dealt with Mii Lohe, Yu Jin ordered him to be dragged by a horse, aggressively charging from the left wing of the Hunnic army to the right. Having captured a commander with inner qi manifestation and legion talent alive, Yu Jin feared nothing.

On the other side, Guan Yu personally led his School Sabre Bearers to block the gap Zhou Linbei had created by leading his troops to charge, stopping all other Hun Elite Cavalry trying to break through and join the Northern Huns Guards.

Moreover, after suffering an unseen loss due to Chouhun, Guan Yu now, leading his troops, burst forth with all his potential, forcibly pushing the Hun Elite Cavalry back north, completely sealing off the gap Zhou Linbei had created.

However, by this time, the Northern Huns Guards had forcefully burned their military spirit to replenish more than a thousand soldiers. Upon discovering Guan Yu had blocked the gap, Chouhun decisively abandoned Gao Shun and joined forces with the Northern Huns Guards to prepare a counterattack.

Upon witnessing this scene, Huyan Chu hesitated no more, ordering his drummers to beat the drums. Regardless of whether they were Miscellaneous Huns, slaves, or the main Northern Huns division, upon hearing this urgent drumbeat, they all launched attacks forward.

Huyan Chu personally led the Northern Huns Elites to charge into the midst of the chaotic battle between the Han Army and the Northern Huns. Lin Han and Lin Qu, the brothers, at this moment no longer held back, directly unleashing their ultimate inner qi manifestation cultivation levels. Although quickly suppressed by cloud qi, they successfully attracted the attention of the majority on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, after joining forces with Chouhun, Zhou Linbei, leading several hundred Wolf Spirit Soldiers, prepared to charge out with Chouhun when suddenly, the Will of the Empire Huyan Chu had left in Zhou Linbei’s sea of consciousness shattered, quickly conveying everything Huyan Chu had entrusted to him.

"Chouhun, quickly follow me north!" Zhou Linbei shouted angrily at Chouhun, hoping to take him away. If the Hunnic Chanyu was lost, a new one could be chosen, but if the Hunnic Army Soul Legion was lost, who knows when it would be replaced.

Chouhun gazed deeply at Zhou Linbei, with a look that spoke volumes in silence. Zhou Linbei’s heart sank; he had always thought Chouhun was a fool, but had not realized that Chouhun had long been aware of everything.

After that glance, Chouhun hesitated no more, leading the Hun Guards to charge southeast, where Hua Xiong immediately led his troops to block them.

Upon meeting, neither side spoke, and the battle erupted right there. The Northern Huns Guards, having obtained a large number of soldiers, still differed from before but not hugely so. Yet even Hua Xiong’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry was drained of its military spirit power, suffering slightly more than the Northern Huns Guards.

Fortunately, the Northern Huns Guards’ ultimate ability from before had been forcibly dispersed, making it impossible to activate it a second time for a while. The newly replenished Northern Huns Guards still lagged behind the previous military spirit soldiers, making it quite difficult to break through Hua Xiong’s defense quickly.

However, just as Hua Xiong’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry was on the verge of fragmentation, Zhang Xiu’s remaining 1,000 elite troops from the Xiliang Iron Cavalry Headquarters charged in. As they approached the point of merging, the former Xiliang Iron Cavalry elites behind Zhang Xiu began to exude a dark golden military spirit power.

Hua Xiong laughed heartily, finally understanding why Zhou Yu had earlier ordered him to fight without reservation of military spirit, as the coming situation was the complete annihilation of the Northern Huns Elites.

At that moment, Hua Xiong’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry was already entangled with the Northern Huns Guards, practically indistinguishable one from the other, but the difference now was that the Xiliang Iron Cavalry was on the back foot.

Twelve hundred Xiliang Iron Cavalry without military spirit power clashed with over a thousand newly replenished Northern Huns Elites, a combined force of 1,800 Northern Huns Guards, also tangled with over five hundred Vanguard Camp soldiers.

At this point, the Han Army’s Military Spirit Legion, having exhausted their military spirit power, was nearly overwhelmed by the Northern Huns Military Spirit Legion, until the arrival of Zhang Xiu’s Xiliang Headquarters.

"Send you down to the Yellow Springs!" Hua Xiong felt the rapidly recovering military spirit power within him. Only this ultra-spec legion of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry Headquarters could directly refill the military spirit legion ranks without needing military spirit washing, even replenishing military spirit power.

As the three entangled military spirit legions became intertwined, Hua Xiong’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry, upon unleashing its military spirit radiance, ensured the destruction of the Northern Huns Guards. As before, Hua Xiong lowered the speed requirement to thirty percent.

After three breaths, the Northern Huns Guards, although having regained many troops, had yet to display their brilliance before being reduced to just over 500 by Hua Xiong’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry. In this chaotic battlefield, in close combat, nothing was more terrifying than high attack and high defense.

"By this point, victory is almost certain, but the Lan Clan remains a glaring issue," Zhou Yu said with a slight shake of his head, as their carriage began to move steadily.

As Huyan Chu led Lin Qu and Lin Han in an attack, Cao Cao and Liu Bei also led Dian Wei, Xuu Chu, and Zhou Tai to attack Huyan Chu’s position. Meanwhile, Sun Ce, supposedly aligned with them, watched as a group of civil officials targeted the Lan Clan with lethal intent.

Sun Ce, Xiahou Dun, and Le Jin were together attacking the Lan Clan, while the other generals and commanders had split into two groups: one blocking the Northern Huns Elites in the center, the other charging towards Huyan Chu’s position.

"Seems like it’s about what we estimated," Zhou Yu said, holding his temple with a headache, as there were now few escorts around them. Dian Wei and Xuu Chu were roaring as they rode their divine steeds towards Huyan Chu’s position.

"On the battlefield, we’ve won; off the battlefield, we should have won too. Sheni Zhengnan should have eliminated the Northern Huns people," Chen Xi smiled, "Even if there are some remnants of the Northern Huns, without inheriting the heritage from their predecessors, lacking understanding of their own history, after several generations, even the Huns will no longer be Huns."

Xun Yu nodded, "Indeed, even if Huyan Chu, having planned early, left over ten thousand Huns, this segment, once they lose their heritage, will no longer be Huns after three generations."

"After this, we can report to the Grand Ancestral Temple, ending this century-spanning blood feud," Jia Xu said with a smile, yet there was a noticeable chill accompanying it.