Under the firelight, the bodies of the two closed in mid-air. Just as their sword and saber were about to collide fiercely, suddenly, there was a sound of "break."
Alpi's strong body trembled in the air, his ferocious face suddenly frozen in expression.
Immediately, his tall figure seemed to lose its motive force unexpectedly and plummeted vertically to the ground from mid-air.
With a muffled "bang," a cloud of dust rose around.
Zhao Zun's fiery eyes narrowed; the sword he had swung fell into emptiness, and he followed suit with a spin to land.
Zhao Zun didn't react right away, looking down at Alpi, who lay dead on the ground with eyes wide open.
Alpi's face was full of astonishment and confusion, and a large hole had appeared in the iron armor on his chest, with blood gushing out.
"General!"
"General!"
"Avenge the General!"
Alpi's nearby trusted aides saw this and began shouting in Turkic while fighting ferociously.
