Zhu Feng almost cursed, but he still tried his best to control himself, but his face was already ashen and he said angrily: "Get back to me!"

"emperor……"

If it were normal, Nan Yan would probably argue with reason, but at this time, she did not have the courage to argue with the angry emperor. After all, she was hiding this matter from him and was in a disadvantage.

In fact, she would come here, and the situation was similar to Zhu Feng.

After more than four hours of the battle, Zhu Feng never heard of any news about the King of Han, and she became more and more anxious, especially when she heard about the front-line battle reports, the morale of the Yan Kingdom was greatly boosted and she had an overwhelming victory posture, so she became even more anxious.

Because at this time, if Zhu Chengjun is really in the hands of Arislan, he will definitely take action.

So, she must come.

Seeing Zhu Feng furious, he wanted to throw her back directly, Nan Yan reached out and held the reins tightly, slowly rode his horse to Zhu Feng, and said softly: "Emperor, I'm—"

"go back!"

Zhu Feng didn't listen to her explanation at all, and only stared at Ying Shao who was protecting the imperial concubine with a blue face. Ying Shao lowered his head with a little terrified look when he saw him, knowing that this time he was afraid that he would be in a disaster. Zhu Feng said in a deep voice: "Send the imperial concubine back, and when the matter here is over, I will settle the score with you one by one!"

Yingshao, and the guards around him, were all silent.

However, Nanyan stood in front of him on a horse.

Zhu Feng's brows frowned and his face was almost ferocious, and he said, "What, you want to resist the order."

"emperor……"

Nan Yan didn't dare to really fight him. Besides, the most important thing in front of him was the war not far away. If the two of them started to make trouble first, Zhu Feng would inevitably be distracted, and this distraction on the battlefield would be fatal.

So she said softly: "I just want to come and see the situation. As long as I know that Cheng Jun is fine, I will leave immediately."

"no!"

"emperor!"

Just as the two of them were entangled, Zhu Feng, a group of soldiers who were walking in front of the road to explore the road suddenly ran back quickly and reported: "Your Majesty, someone is coming from the other side!"

"What?"

When Zhu Feng heard this, he didn't care about arguing with Nanyan anymore. He quickly turned his head and Nanyan immediately followed him.

I saw a little light faintly appearing in the chaotic night color ahead, but I don’t know how far away it was. The faint light was as bright as a fireflies in the distance, as if it would be swallowed by this deep night color at any time.

Someone is here!

Zhu Feng's eyes were like eagles on the grassland, staring sharply in front of him. Under the reflection of the fire, he vaguely saw a group of people coming towards the battlefield here.

It's Arislan!

As soon as he saw Arislan appear, the people here immediately became nervous. Even Nanyan subconsciously rode his horse to Zhu Feng's side. Zhu Feng frowned and wanted to look at Nanyan ahead, but he was worried about Nanyan beside him. He wanted to not take her to the northwest from the beginning, so he would not have the anxiety he was at the moment, but at this time, regret was useless.

He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Look at the imperial concubine for me!"

Yingshao and the others dared not be negligent, so they hurriedly came immediately and surrounded Nanyan Hu.

But at this time, Nan Yan put all his energy ahead.

Although in the middle, through the endless battlefield of hundreds of thousands of troops, swords and scattered blood had filled her entire vision, she still clearly saw behind the crowds of people, Arislan and his team slowly walked towards this side, and finally stopped on the other side of the battlefield and looked at them from afar.

Suddenly, a gust of wind stormed.

The gust of wind was particularly rapid, as if a ferocious beast was clamoring at them, shaking the people riding on the horses. The war horse that Nan Yan sat down shook his head and took several steps back in the wind.

At this time, someone in the crowd was shouting: "This wind--"

Zhu Feng was originally staring ahead intently, but when he heard this voice, he suddenly turned around. The person who spoke was the guide A Shu who had been following him. Zhu Feng turned his head and stared at him: "What's wrong with this wind?"

The guide A Shu lived here for decades and knew every tree and grass here. At this time, he rode on the horse and stretched his neck to look at the top of his head. Although the dark sky was not visible, this blackness was different from the usual pitch blackness. It was a thick feeling, as if a big hand had been pressed on their heads. The gust of wind was filled with indescribable noise. When it came, it seemed like countless evil spirits were roaring in the wind.

He opened his eyes wide and said, "Your Majesty, this wind, this wind is what the emperor wants!"

Zhu Feng's eyes sank.

He raised his head suddenly, and at this moment, a muffled thunder sounded above their heads.

At the same time, on the altar on the other side, the old uncle, who was wearing a wooden sword in his hair, was staggered by the sudden gust of wind. However, his tall figure usually looked like a black iron tower, and it was actually staggered by the wind.

He took two steps back, and his waist hit the incense table behind him, causing the incense candles to shake.

He Yi, who had been standing under the altar, focused on protecting him, hurriedly stepped forward: "Master Taoist?"

He subconsciously wanted to climb to the altar.

The soldiers guarding the altar were also a little panicked. Two of them were about to come forward to help him immediately, but the old uncle raised his hand to stop him. He reached out to cover his chest and said hoarsely: "Don't move!"

The time for praying for rain is now the most critical time.

He Yi naturally understood, so he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart and took another step back. The soldiers could only stand there, watching the old uncle take two more steps along the altar, muttering something, and finally put the peach wood sword on the incense table, picked up a piece of talisman paper and lit it, then waved his hand and raised it.

The talisman paper suddenly scattered into ten thousand sparks, scattered in the air.

Then, a red light suddenly flashed in the low and heavy sky above his head, and then a muffled thunder exploded above his head.

"Boom!"

As soon as he heard this voice, He Yi's face immediately showed an expression of ecstasy. He looked up at the old uncle: "Master, it's done!"

This gust of wind came with rain!

The old uncle stood shakingly at the top of the altar, looking at the faint red light flashing above his head and the gradually clear thunder sound, and a smile appeared on his face.

But the next moment, his brow suddenly frowned.

Before everyone could react, he suddenly raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood!
Chapter completed!