"What? Where's Edward Grant? Say something, you three!"
Joseph Qiao roared in anger. Dawn was approaching, but the battle still raged on. The cavalry Joseph Qiao had brought continued to fight desperately against the enemy.
More and more enemies were coming down from the mountain.
"Keep searching! No matter what, we have to find Edward Grant."
Joseph Qiao shouted anxiously. The cavalry unit was already surrounded by enemy infantry. The enemy was closing in from all sides of the forest, forming an encirclement.
Joseph Qiao looked around frantically. If they didn't leave now, they themselves would be in danger. The enemy would never let such a golden opportunity slip away.
"Found him! By the woods on the eastern main road!"
A soldier rushed over on horseback. Joseph Qiao immediately pulled the reins, and Lucille Xing and Mason Mao followed closely behind.
A soldier who escaped claimed that Edward Grant had already been surrounded by enemies chasing from the eastern main road.
"Please, don't let anything happen to you, Edward Grant."
The shrill cries of horses pierced the night sky, echoing through the woods.
With a scream, a soldier was struck across the face by a sweeping long spear, his body sent flying. Blood sprayed instantly, and the flames burned fiercely.
Edward Grant gripped two long spears, his body drenched in blood, surrounded by enemies. The slaughter raged on. Soldiers who had just surrendered, seeing Edward Grant rise up in defiance, joined the fight as well. The chaos of battle slowly faded, until the last soldier at Edward's side fell into a pool of blood.
"Take him alive! I want him alive!"
A general shouted from horseback as the soldiers pressed closer. Edward Grant swung his long spear, and each enemy that approached was instantly torn apart, flesh and blood flying.
"Go! Don't be afraid! He's just one man—hold him down!"
The firelight flickered wildly. Some enemies in the woods caught fire from fallen torches. Edward Grant glared furiously at the advancing foes, his long spear stabbing and sweeping in a frenzy, bringing down more enemies.
He couldn't understand why he was still standing. He had no strength left at all—just a breeze would knock him to the ground, never to rise again.
The enemy surged forward once more. As they charged headlong, Edward Grant thrust his long spear, piercing an enemy in an instant. Another seized the opportunity and grabbed his spear, lunging at him.
With a thunderous crash, Edward Grant swept his other long spear across, striking down a swath of enemies who tumbled backward. He threw his head back and let out a beast-like, anguished roar.