Chapter 853: A Difficult Choice

“Crack!”
A clear sound of a bone breaking—as the Blood-Clothed man’s neck was shattered like dry wood.
The moment Zhao Deyan, the Demon Marshal, appeared, Yipin Hall’s morale plummeted instantly.
At this point, who could possibly not realize that the man who had appeared was a powerhouse at the Mythical Realm?
Faced with the Mongol cavalry backed by such a powerful warrior, Yipin Hall’s soldiers lost all courage. Those who rushed forward watched in horror as Zhao Deyan swept away large groups of their comrades with his long spear; everyone within thirty meters was sent flying as if hit head-on by a train…
Yipin Hall’s core disciples were the first to suffer.
With these elite fighters dead, the rest, under the protection of Zhao Deyan and several other demon sect experts, regained their aggressive momentum and charged deeper into Yipin Hall’s ranks…
With thunderous force, they crushed everything in their path!
“No…!”
“Run!”
“It’s a Mythical Realm warrior—retreat quickly!”
Without the Blood-Clothed man and many of Yipin Hall’s core disciples, it became even harder for the remaining soldiers to resist the Mongol cavalry. No one could stop their relentless advance.
In just a few minutes, the Mongol cavalry moved like the wind, slashing through Yipin Hall’s forces and causing massive casualties—over ten thousand deaths, and that was only because Yipin Hall’s soldiers were still quite strong. If it had been other troops, they would have been utterly annihilated.
Meng Yun wasn’t at the front lines.
Instead, she stood on a small hill, watching from above as the Mongol cavalry ravaged the densely populated areas of her side. Her fists were clenched so tightly they turned blue-purple, and her face was pale.
In less than ten minutes…
Yipin Hall had lost over ten thousand men, including its elite core disciples, as well as the vice hall master, the Blood-Clothed man.
“You wretched scoundrel!”
Meng Yun gritted her teeth, wishing she could tear a piece of flesh out of that scoundrel.
Once upon a time, Yipin Hall had suffered such a heavy defeat on the battlefield!
A hundred thousand troops, determined to succeed in their siege, ended up failing and even falling into the trap set by that scoundrel…
“Today, I’ll fight you to the end—to see who can hold out longer.”
Fortunately, dying within the mission area did not incur severe punishment. Meng Yun also knew well that the members of the four major gangs had achieved great military feats; their combat records would be reset upon death, resulting in far higher casualties than Yipin Hall. Though anxious and angry, she remained calm.
She still had over eighty thousand soldiers!
The Mongol cavalry numbered only three thousand…
“Someone!”
“Hall master!”

“Activate the isolation plan—lure the Mongol cavalry in another direction. Don’t worry about casualties! Everyone else, stop attacking! Use 10,000 men to keep the cavalry at bay! As long as they’re kept away from the camp, that’s enough! The rest of you, focus on capturing Happy.” After a pause, a cold murderous intent flashed in Meng Yun’s eyes: “I doubt your internal energy and protective skills can hold out for long… Wu Xiong, this is your task—find an opportunity and eliminate Happy.”
She handed a snow-white flying knife to a core disciple of the First Rank Hall, then stopped paying attention to the battlefield…
“Yes!”
The disciple took the flying knife, overjoyed, and eagerly obeyed orders, diving into the crowd.
Meng Yun’s plan was truly ruthless:
With the flying knife in the hands of a stranger, used in such a chaotic situation, even Happy… couldn’t escape fate!
Countless sacrifices were made just to lure the Mongol cavalry away and clear the battlefield…
If successful, the remaining members of the First Rank Hall would only need to stay on the grasslands. As the four major gangs returned one by one, each would be killed without hesitation.
…
Yet, another ten minutes passed!
The First Rank Hall’s plan showed no sign of progress.
Happy continued to rampage through the crowd, killing relentlessly, his sword light shining in all directions—unstoppable.
The Mongol cavalry hadn’t been lured away at all.
No matter which direction the First Rank Hall fired, or how others tried to create gaps through retreats, the Mongol cavalry seemed determined to head straight for the camp and Happy, refusing to be deceived.
The First Rank Hall lost tens of thousands of men with no results…
…
At this point, Meng Yun sensed something strange—the Mongol cavalry’s target was clearly Happy…
Happy kept circling around the areas where the four major gangs had been, fighting constantly. He had even become skilled enough to extinguish the torches around him while attacking, plunging the area into darkness, preventing Wu Xiong from striking.
In the crowd, only sharp white sword lights could be seen, along with sounds of flesh being torn apart. Amid the chaos, no torch could last more than three seconds, nor could Happy’s figure remain in the light for more than three seconds.
Yet Happy’s actions only attracted the Mongol cavalry to charge wildly after him, repeatedly attacking in circles around the camps of the four major gangs!
Seeing this, Meng Yun clenched her fists tightly…
She now faced a difficult decision!
Either continue to defend the camp and fight off the Mongol cavalry, or withdraw immediately, leaving Happy to deal with them and the Demon General.

If they choose the former, Yipin Hall can indeed firmly suppress the four major gangs and prevent them from advancing, but the remaining 70,000+ members of Yipin Hall may not be able to sustain the fight. The 3,000 Mongol cavalry, protected by a large number of demonic experts, are like rapid-moving human meat grinders—leaving nothing in their path! If they choose the latter, this operation will fail completely… Wasting a whole day on mobilization and deployment, with nearly 30,000 men lost! If word gets out, Yipin Hall will lose face, and its dominance in the north could also be shaken! … Time keeps slipping away. Meanwhile, Yipin Hall’s morale is plummeting wildly. Happy fights frantically in the battlefield, unstoppable; the demonic general and a group of demonic experts lead the 3,000 Mongol cavalry as if they’re in an uninhabited land! The grasslands are littered with corpses! Yipin Hall has already lost over 20,000 men… Not a trace of the four major gangs is visible—only Happy rampaging in their most vulnerable areas, along with an almost invincible demon who cheers him on. In such a situation, who still has the heart to continue fighting? Over 70,000 people start to stay far away… Watching the Mongol cavalry charge through the sparse crowd, their faces show utter helplessness and despair. … “Hall Master!” “Let’s retreat!” A few high-ranking members of Yipin Hall gather around Meng Yun, pleading with grim faces, “Hall Master, if we keep fighting, our brothers’ morale will be completely destroyed!” “Nearly 30,000 are already dead…” “If we delay any longer, once the four major gangs arrive, we won’t be able to fight even if we want to.” “Shut up all of you.” Hearing the noise around him, Meng Yun’s face turns ashen as he grits his teeth and spits out words that shock everyone: “Do you think we can still retreat now?! As long as Happy doesn’t give up, the Mongol cavalry will keep chasing us…” The group’s faces turn pale as they realize: Unnoticed by them, Happy had been silently controlling the course of the battle. That’s right… With the Mongol cavalry as their trump card, Happy surely won’t miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance to strike at Yipin Hall. This time! Either they’re all killed and forced back to Aru City, or they suffer a complete defeat and retreat to the Central Plains camp… At this thought, their faces turn extremely grim.