Ethan Brooks threw away the remaining half of his spear, grabbed the recently seized trident halberd, and rushed to assist David Clark. At this moment, David Clark had been fighting among the infantry for quite some time, killing who knows how many people. The white horse beneath him was almost turned red, and the silver armor he wore was now drenched in blood. However, Ethan Brooks was not worried about David Clark, for he knew that none of that blood belonged to David Clark himself. Now, as he charged in with his blade, the infantry, seeing him coming with the weapon of their own commander, instinctively glanced toward their leader. Upon seeing their commander lying on the ground and the warhorse he had been riding circling nearby, they realized their leader had been slain. The soldiers, seeing their commander dead and witnessing David Clark and Ethan Brooks slaughtering people as if chopping vegetables, immediately let out a shout and scattered in all directions.

Seeing the enemy troops routed, David Clark turned to glance at Ethan Brooks, noticing that Ethan Brooks's body and face were covered in bright red, but his breathing was steady, showing no sign of injury. He called out, “Zihan! Don’t linger in battle, retreat quickly!” With that, he spurred his horse forward. Ethan Brooks also knew that if he delayed even a moment, he might be surrounded and unable to escape. So he closely followed behind David Clark, wielding the trident halberd without any particular technique, simply hacking back and forth—any enemy who came near was struck down. Amidst the chaos, Ethan Brooks’s simple method of killing proved most effective, and the weapon he had seized was well-suited to this style. Thus, as he fought his way forward, Ethan Brooks actually found it easier than before.

The two of them charged forward for a while longer, when suddenly another cavalry unit appeared ahead, blocking their path. Leading them was a general in shining armor, holding a long spear and staring at them from a distance. Behind him stood a large banner inscribed with “Hejian Eric Bolton.” Upon seeing this, David Clark immediately readied his spear to engage, calling to Ethan Brooks, “This man is highly skilled—don’t try to fight him head-on, break through!”

David Clark and Ethan Brooks, one with a spear and one with a halberd, charged forward, only to be intercepted by Eric Bolton. The three of them circled and fought together. Eric Bolton was a highly skilled warrior; even facing David Clark alone, he would not have been at a disadvantage. But with the capable Ethan Brooks attacking from the side, if Eric Bolton tried to block Ethan Brooks’s strikes, he would be held up, giving David Clark the chance to thrust with his spear. After just five exchanges, Eric Bolton was already drenched in cold sweat, having narrowly escaped death several times.

After another five rounds, Eric Bolton could no longer withstand their combined assault. Forced to defend left and right, he had no choice but to retreat on horseback. The soldiers under Eric Bolton, seeing their commander withdraw, fell into chaos, giving Ethan Brooks and David Clark the perfect opportunity to carve a bloody path and break through. Amidst the turmoil, an arrow suddenly flew from who knows where, striking Ethan Brooks in the left shoulder. Ethan Brooks felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and knew he was wounded, but had no time to check. He simply kept close behind David Clark, urging his horse forward without looking back.

The two barely managed to break out of the enemy ranks, and had not gone far when Ethan Brooks, with the arrow still lodged in his body, suddenly heard a loud shout from behind: “Enemy general, halt!” Ethan Brooks looked back to see two enemy officers, weapons in hand, chasing after them. At that moment, two more generals appeared ahead, blocking their way. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, Ethan Brooks said to David Clark, “Charge forward!” David Clark did not reply, only spurred his horse onward. Ethan Brooks continued to follow behind, the two of them separated by only a horse’s length, but Ethan Brooks’s horse was heavy and gradually fell behind. By the time David Clark reached the two generals ahead, Ethan Brooks was already two horse-lengths behind.

The two pursuing Cao army officers saw Ethan Brooks’s horse slowing and began to catch up, thinking that once they reached him, they could cut him down with a single blow. They did not realize that although Ethan Brooks had not looked back, his attention was focused on what was behind him. Hearing the hoofbeats drawing closer, Ethan Brooks knew the enemy was near. He gripped his trident halberd tighter, holding it across his body, and kept his eyes on the ground, where the shadows of himself and his pursuers were cast.

“Closer, a little closer, just a little closer!” Staring at the shadows, Ethan Brooks repeated to himself. His heart pounded faster and faster, as if it would leap from his chest. Just then, he saw the shadow of the enemy general move. His pupils contracted, and he shouted, “Kill!” Twisting his body sharply, he swung the trident halberd behind him like a white chain.

The two pursuers, riding side by side, were just about to strike Ethan Brooks down when they suddenly heard a loud shout and saw a flash of white before their eyes—then knew nothing more.

With a single slash, Ethan Brooks immediately withdrew his weapon and glanced around, seeing that both men’s heads had been sliced in half—they were dead beyond doubt. Only then did he let out a long breath, feeling as if that blow had drained all his strength. Leaning forward slightly, he gripped his weapon and hurried after David Clark.