Xiahou Yuan and Le Jin shielded Huang Zhong as they charged forward. Although the soldiers of the Northern Huns were already demoralized, the closer they got to Chanyu Huyan Chu, the more frenzied the Northern Huns soldiers became.

Even experts like Xiahou Yuan and Le Jin couldn’t avoid being hindered. Fortunately, there were a large number of elite troops behind them, allowing them to force their way to a distance of sixty steps from Huyan Chu, and Chanyu Huyan Chu himself did not retreat even a single step.

Huyan Chu merely glanced at the position from a distance and then withdrew his gaze without dispatching many troops in that direction. He continued to command the elite soldiers of the Northern Huns to counterattack the Han Army, seemingly without any sense of self-awareness.

But such emotionless command, in this situation, would send a shiver down anyone’s spine, as Huyan Chu, from any perspective, was an extremely terrifying figure.

"Is it possible now, General Huang?" This time it was not Xiahou Yuan speaking, but Le Jin, as Le Jin estimated they had entered the lock-on range of the Great Yellow Bow. At this level, one wave of concealed elite Falcon Shooters would be enough to take the lives of the three present. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"It’s enough." Huang Zhong took a deep breath, exuding an astonishing aura, different from the crushing force of Inner Qi, but rather a kind of spiritual pressure.

Xiahou Yuan fixed his eyes on Huang Zhong’s every move, watching as Huang Zhong took out an arrow and slowly nocked it onto the bowstring, then silently drew the bow.

Huyan Chu inadvertently saw the movements in Huang Zhong’s direction but paid them no heed. Across the world, no one with Spiritual Talent had ever died under an arrow.

Then, in the next moment, Huang Zhong’s arrow flew out. It wasn’t exactly fast, almost no different from the speed of arrows from ordinary elite archers, but when that arrow was shot, Xiahou Yuan clearly felt Huang Zhong’s aura drop by ninety percent.

At the moment Huang Zhong’s arrow flew, Huyan Chu reflexively extended his Spiritual Capacity to deflect Huang Zhong’s arrow. However, at the moment of deflecting the arrow, innumerable Will Arrows appeared the instant Huyan Chu pushed away the physical arrow.

The next moment, Xiahou Yuan was horrified to see that one arrow explode like fireworks into countless threads of light, which in the next instant entirely enveloped Huyan Chu in a spherical cocoon of light.

"I’ve won." As the cocoon of light dissipated, Huyan Chu fell back facing the sky. With Xiahou Yuan’s keen eyes, he could clearly see there were no fatal wounds on Huyan Chu, but Huyan Chu was already dead, his body no longer exuded the presence of the living.

"How is this possible?" Xiahou Yuan looked in utter horror at Huyan Chu, who had fallen back facing the sky, then looked in the direction of Huang Zhong.

"Doesn’t matter if it’s possible, just tell me if you’ll serve tea or not." Huang Zhong asked, looking at Xiahou Yuan.

"I will, I’ll serve tea as soon as we go back," Xiahou Yuan’s eyes shifted, he said with a slightly ingratiating tone, "But could you tell me how you did it, old brother?"

"It’s simple. When you can condense your will into an arrow and shoot it, even someone with Spiritual Talent on the opposite side, even if it’s Lyu Bu, you can hit him." Huang Zhong said to Xiahou Yuan without any intention of keeping his method a secret.

This trick sounds simple, but is actually very difficult. If the difficulty of a Sure Hit Arrow is already high, then the difficulty of this arrow is even higher because if the will within this arrow is destroyed, it would have a huge impact on oneself.

This is also why Huang Zhong played those tricks, to distract Huyan Chu. If it were a direct clash of wills, even Huang Zhong himself wouldn’t dare guarantee a sure hit.

Of course, generally speaking, using this move to shoot Lyu Bu would definitely be courting death; shooting Guan Yu would also be courting death.

"Will Arrow?" Xiahou Yuan frowned. To be honest, he hadn’t really come into contact with such a thing, and from what Huang Zhong said, it sounded quite high and mighty.

"Say no more, now that the Northern Huns Chanyu has been shot, we should hurry to cut them apart." Huang Zhong put away the bow and arrows, with his momentum slightly rising, he said after taking a few deep breaths. Upon hearing this, Xiahou Yuan and Le Jin did not refuse and immediately led their troops forward.

"The Chanyu is dead, why not surrender quickly?" Xu Huang shouted in fury after cutting down a Northern Huns Colonel with an axe, inadvertently seeing Huyan Chu fall.

With this shout, countless Northern Huns turned their heads to look back, and all saw Huyan Chu slowly collapsing. At this moment, countless Northern Huns soldiers didn’t even know what to do.

"Avenge the Chanyu!" At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the panicked Northern Huns soldiers, and following that, the Northern Huns soldiers who had been unaware even when swords and blades were upon them all roared in response.

"Kill, sword and shield infantry block, rain of arrows cleanse the ground!" Zhou Yu, seeing Huyan Chu’s death in battle, didn’t bother to wonder why Huang Zhong could kill him with a single arrow and immediately ordered the drummers to beat the drums to prevent the Northern Huns from desperately counter-attacking and causing significant casualties to the Han Army.

With Zhou Yu’s order, a large number of sword and shield infantry combined from the back or front rows, forming dense shield walls, thoroughly enclosing the Northern Huns led by Huyan Chu in the middle. At the same time, over forty thousand Eastern Wu archers all drew their bows and shot arrows towards the encirclement.

The Northern Huns soldiers, who had been roaring to avenge Huyan Chu, instantly fell like wheat being cut down. The systematic elite archers, the systematic crossbow mechanisms, the systematic medium, and even large bed crossbows completed the cleansing of the ground in an instant.

At this moment, Northern Huns soldiers found no meaning in using weapons to block or great shields for defense. Under such a dense rain of arrows, there was simply no chance of survival.

After thirty breaths, the elite archers who had exhausted the arrows in their quivers looked at the encirclement and found no one left standing, realizing that the thickly scattered upright arrows were like shrubs. They couldn’t deny that in terms of sheer lethality, arrows were truly terrifying.

"Terrifying arrow rain," Fa Zheng muttered, "Eastern Wu actually has such terrifying elite archers."

"It’s the Han Dynasty, fool," Chen Xi said, placing a hand on Fa Zheng’s shoulder, "If it were Gongjin on his own, he probably wouldn’t use over 800,000 arrows in a single battle."

Zhou Yu merely smiled and didn’t reply. Eight hundred thousand arrows—honestly, even if Eastern Wu was affluent, they couldn’t produce so many arrows now, whereas Chen Xi had supplied just as many in support.

As for Fa Zheng’s so-called elite archers, Zhou Yu entirely saw no sign of elite among them. Arrow rain cleansing the ground to such an extent, it didn’t require any particular elite archers; as long as they could shoot arrows without deviating more than twenty steps, there would be no problem. After dropping several hundred thousand arrows, any normal elite troop would die.

Just as Fa Zheng and others were marveling, the bodies of the surrounded Northern Huns soldiers suddenly moved, with several scattered soldiers standing back up; some were bewildered, while others roared and launched an attack on the Han Army, but they were shot down before reaching them.