Just about to leave Daxuan Camp.
As long as he gets out, his safety is guaranteed at least.
And once Emperor Daxuan chases out, he is bound to die!
"Giddy-up!" Gao Ziyue tightly grips the reins.
At the moment the cavalry is about to cross Daxuan Camp...
Suddenly, countless cavalrymen appear around them, holding bows with flames, encircling his twenty thousand elite soldiers.
Gao Ziyue's heart tightens.
Victory is within reach.
At the last moment, all paths are suddenly cut off.
So many cavalry, as if they were pre-ambushed?!
Gao Ziyue doesn't have time to think; he's about to order a direct charge out of the encirclement when the sound of hooves echoes behind him.
Accompanied by a man's low, indifferent voice, "The Crown Prince is truly courageous!"
Though it sounds like praise, it's clearly sarcasm.
Sarcastic about his self-entrapped position.
Gao Ziyue turns his horse, seeing Emperor Daxuan just tens of meters away, staring coldly at him.
