A cold light shot forward and precisely struck the connecting point between the hand axe and the long spear.
Only a crisp "clang" was heard, and the two weapons instantly bounced apart. Shi Yutao, caught off guard, leaned backward, nearly falling off his horse; fortunately, his other hand gripped the reins tightly enough to remain seated. Meanwhile, Shen Tu Tai's arm sank but maintained his composure, swiftly swinging his long spear to steady himself, as he looked up toward the direction from which the cold light came.
He noticed the opposing army slowly retreating to the sides, creating a clear passageway in the middle. A person on horseback stood amidst the crowd, holding a longbow with its string still vibrating and humming.
It's Hua Ziyang!
Seeing him, others might be indifferent, but Yu Wenye, standing on the city wall, immediately showed a sullen expression.
Shen Tu Tai's gaze also slightly narrowed.
