The pitch-black night sky, blood pouring down like rain, torrential.

Several large heads, even still emitting unfinished screams of terror, rolled by. This scene was even more horrifying than a nightmare of Hell, yet Shen Tu Tai and Yu Wenye showed no fear, the two waving swords and spears through the blood rain, stepping over corpses, once again charging into the panicked crowd ahead.

Those people not only had no time to shoot back with bows and arrows, they didn’t even have the strength left to draw their swords, they could only desperately urge their horses to escape in flight.

Cold gleams like frost, in an instant, another dozen men were cut down from their horses.

Yu Wenqian was only about ten yards away from them.

Though the night was as dark as ink, he clearly saw Yu Wenye’s agile figure like a tiger, charging into the crowd, hacking and slashing left and right, and when he urged his horse to catch up, he was met head-on by a burst of foul wind and blood rain.

His cheeks were also soaked with strands of blood rain blown by the night wind, moist, he instinctively reached out and wiped it.

In the faint moonlight, his fingertips were completely stained red.

He didn’t have to lift his head to look, just looking at his reddened palm, as the blood kept flowing down, even his face, mixed with sweat, converged into streams, dropping from his chin— that salty, fishy smell, plus the screams and terrified cries from the enemy troops being slaughtered as they fell along the way, woven together into the most terrifying chaotic scene.

However, he still slowly raised his head.

Lifting his head, another wave of blood rain whipped by the wind came face on. This time, even his clothes were stained red, the originally spotless white robe blooming into one blood-red flower after another, tragic and eerie, especially blooming on his body, adding a different kind of cruelty.

A few personal soldiers close by him were startled by the scene.

This Prince Han, although he almost single-handedly secured victory in the attack on Taiyuan, having previously routed both Wang Shaoji and Western Turkic forces, was truly born for battle, but they also knew, before he was enfeoffed as Han King, even before returning to the Yuwen Family, he had trained for years, as a devout Buddhist.

And the scene unfolding ahead, even these battle-hardened soldiers felt somewhat shaken.

Not knowing what impact this would have on him.

The few exchanged glances, although they didn’t speak, they all spurred their horses to catch up, carefully watching Yu Wenqian’s eyes that were originally clear but now darkened almost to merge with the night. Someone quietly called, "Your Highness?"

"..."

"Prince Han?"

"...!"

Yu Wenqian suddenly jolted, as if awakened, turned his head to look at them, his eyes under the faint moonlight remained clear, remained bright.

All of them breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly trying to cover their query: "Should we—"

Yu Wenqian was rather calm, without any embarrassment or uneasiness for having momentarily lost focus, just tightened his blood-stained hand on the reins again, continued driving his horse, then said, "Go help them!"

"Yes!"

The group immediately spurred their horses, drawing swords.

Due to being crushed and shocked by Yu Wenye and Shen Tu Tai, the troops at the rear gradually scattered, also pursued by those catching up from behind, quickly leaving only a ground full of scattered corpses and mottled bloodstains on the path.

Yu Wenqian urged his horse, struggling to reach Yu Wenye’s side, although the night was deep, he could barely see that handsome face stained with blood, along with his armor covered in flesh and blood, truly like an Asura in fierce battle, formidable and horrifying. Yu Wenqian’s eyebrows subtly furrowed, yet he showed little expression, only said deeply, "Second Brother, you need to be careful. Just now—"

As he spoke, a corpse rolled forward, blocking the center of the path.

Both simultaneously tugged their reins to the sides, the battle horses beneath them highly alert, immediately raised their hooves to avoid it, while Yu Wenye continued whipping and urging his horse, saying, "I know what Imperial Brother wants to say."

Yu Wenqian said, "It’s too dangerous."

"..."

"In case the troops ahead suddenly turn back, you—with only Shen Tu Tai by your side, even as brave and battle-skilled as he is, ultimately two fists can’t fight four hands."

Yu Wenye said, "Imperial Brother, rest assured."

"..."

"They don’t dare."

This sentence, spoken so calmly, carried a slight breath from the strenuous bloodbath just now, yet anyone could hear the certainty and pride in his words.