The moment Mu Yu stepped into the headquarters of Tianzhou Mountain, the sky was gradually entering dusk, and the sunset was reflected on the ancient bluestone road, like a pool of blood and water. The wind carried a slight chill, blowing through his eyes that were tired and unwilling. The surrounding scene was familiar and solemn, a scene that had appeared in countless dreams, but today, everything changed.

He walked into the majestic hall, the lights in the hall were dim, and the air was filled with an indescribable depression and pain. He felt an unusual heaviness, as if every breath became difficult.

At that moment, he saw the old man sitting on the throne, and the tears and helplessness flashing in his eyes made his heart tighten. The old man slowly raised his head, and his voice trembled: "Mu Yu, you are here." ”

Mu Yu nodded, and he felt his voice become hoarse: "What happened?" ”

The old man took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if trying to suppress the grief in his heart: "Yang Cake, she was killed by Qi Qi Yimai. ”

Mu Yu's body stiffened suddenly, as if he had been hit by an invisible force. He felt his heart tremble violently, and an indescribable anger and grief welled in his chest. He clenched his fists tightly, as if to grasp the invisible sadness and not let it slip through his fingertips.

"No,......" he murmured, his voice filled with pain and despair. He couldn't imagine that Yang Cake, who was always smiling and full of vitality and vitality, left him like this.

He felt a rush in his eyes, but he held back the tears and didn't let them fall. He knew that now was not the time to cry, and that he needed strength, courage, to face it all.

Mu Yu raised his head, his eyes were firm and cold: "Poor Qi Yimai, I will make them pay." ”

His voice echoed through the empty hall, with untold determination and anger. He knew that it would be a long and difficult battle, but he was ready to fight to the end for the sake of Yang Cake and for those innocent lives.

On the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, the night was like ink, and the starlight was obscured by heavy dark clouds. The bitter cold wind howled, mixed with sand and dust, making it almost impossible to breathe. Yang Bao stood at the forefront of the battle line, he was dressed in battle armor, holding a spear, and his eyes were firm and cold.

Opposite him was the surging Chinese army, dressed in gorgeous battle robes, and their momentum was like a rainbow. However, they are not the real enemy, the real enemy is the poor and strange vein hidden in the shadows. These poor strange demons, cunning and ruthless, they used the power of the Huaxia army as a cover to try to break through the defense line of Tianzhou Mountain.

Yang Cake was alone, and he was not afraid in the face of many enemy formations. His spear danced like a dragon and snake, and each swing was a thunderous force, knocking back those who rushed at the front. However, the demons of the Qiqi line are not easy to deal with, they are like ghosts shuttling around the battlefield, sometimes appearing, sometimes hiding, making Yang Cake unguardable.

The battle lasted for several hours, and the armor on Yang Cake's body had been stained red with blood, and his physical strength had been exhausted. However, he still stubbornly held his position, resisting the enemy's attack with all his might. He knew that he couldn't retreat, and once he retreated, the entire Tianzhou Mountain's defense line would collapse.

Finally, in a fierce confrontation with the Poor Strange Demon, Yang Cake's spear was broken, and he was also hit by the demon's heavy blow, and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up, only to find himself unable to get up. The enemies around him poured in like a tidal wave, surrounding him.

Yang Cake knew that he had no way to retreat, he gritted his teeth, used his last strength, and threw the broken spear in his hand fiercely at the enemy who rushed to the front. A scream was heard, and the broken spear pierced the enemy's chest and pinned him to the ground.

However, Yang Cake also exhausted the last of his strength, and he fell to the ground, his eyes closed and his breath weak. The surrounding enemies cheered, thinking that victory was at hand. However, what they didn't know was that although Yang Cake was dead, his spirit remained on this battlefield forever and became an eternal legend on the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain.

His comrades-in-arms came later and saw the scene of Yang Cake's heroic sacrifice, and they were all moved. They held a solemn funeral for Yang Cake and buried him at the forefront of the battle line. Whenever night falls, his comrades-in-arms will gather in front of Yang Cake's tomb to light a bright lamp for him to illuminate the land he guards.

And the demons of the Qiqi lineage were also shocked by the bravery of Yang Cake. Although they finally broke through the defense line of Tianzhou Mountain, they could never forget the figure who was armed with a spear and fought alone. The name of Yang Cake has become a legend in their mouths and an eternal nightmare for them.

On the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, Yang Cake's figure appeared lonely and firm. He stood at the forefront of the flames, facing the surging Chinese army of the Qiqi lineage, his eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

The warriors of the Qiqi lineage, they are burly and hideous, as if they are demons crawling out of hell. They brandished huge weapons and let out an earth-shattering cry, launching a fierce attack on Yang Cake's position. Each collision made the earth tremble and the sky change color.

However, Yang Cake is undaunted. He clenched the weapon in his hand, and every swing was filled with strength and conviction. His figure shuttles across the battlefield, like a vigorous leopard, agile and brave. His combat skills are superb, and every shot accurately hits the enemy's vital point.

However, the fighting was brutal. The warriors of the Qiqi lineage seemed to be endless, while Yang Cake's companions kept falling. His heart was filled with grief and despair, but he knew he couldn't give up. He must stay here, for the sake of his companions, for the sake of his faith.

In the end, in a fierce confrontation, Yang Cake was surrounded by the warriors of the Qiqi lineage. His body was covered in scars, and blood stained his armor red. However, he did not have the slightest intention of backing down. He wielded the weapon in his hand and engaged the enemy in a final showdown.

In this decisive battle, Yang Cake showed his amazing combat effectiveness. Every attack he attacks can make the enemy scareless, and every defense of his can make the enemy go back in vain. However, the warriors of the Qiqi line came like a tide, making Yang Cake feel powerless.

Eventually, in a fierce attack, Yang Cake was hit by the enemy. He fell to the battlefield, blood staining the ground beneath him. There was still an unyielding sparkle in his eyes, and a determined smile still hung on his lips. He knew that he had done his best. He had fought to the last moment for his faith, for his companions.

Yang Cake's death plunged the entire battlefield into silence. His companions gathered around him to observe a moment of silence and pray for him. His heroic deeds spread throughout the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain and became a hero in the hearts of the people. His name will forever be engraved on this land and become an immortal legend.

On the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, a fierce battle is being staged. Yang Cake, a brave and fearless warrior, is in this war-torn land. His gaze was firm and resolute, facing the Qiqi Huaxia army, an enemy army known for its ferocity and cruelty.

On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder was filled and the flames of war were raging. Yang Bao held a spear and wore battle armor, and his back looked particularly lonely and firm in the afterglow of the setting sun. He was in the middle of the battlefield, embattled and isolated. However, instead of flinching, he fearlessly rushed towards the enemy troops, showing great courage and determination.

The Chinese army of Qiqi was surging like a tide, their battle cries resounding to the sky, and their swords flashing with cold light. However, Yang Cake was not intimidated, he clenched his spear and swung it vigorously, each swing with a thunderous momentum. However, the battle is becoming more and more intense, and the warriors of the Qiqi line seem to be endless, while the power of Yang Cake is gradually depleted.

In the end, in a fierce confrontation, Yang Cake was besieged by several enemy soldiers and was seriously wounded. His blood stained his armor and the land, but his gaze remained steadfast. He swung his spear vigorously, letting out an earth-shattering roar one last time, as if he was fighting against fate. However, the ruthless battlefield did not leave him with any life, and Yang Cake eventually fell to this war-torn land.

His death in battle has become a tragic landscape on the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain. His bravery and steadfastness will forever be engraved on this land, inspiring those who come after him to forge ahead and defend the glory of their homeland.

Yang Cake, the valiant general, was stationed on the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, which became the front line of his confrontation with the Huaxia army. Tianzhou Mountain, the terrain is steep, it has been a strategic place since ancient times, and the northern front is the most important, once lost, the consequences are unimaginable.

The Chinese army is strong and strong, and behind them is the long-standing Chinese civilization, and the leader is a poor and strange lineage, fierce and abnormal, known for his courage and good fighting. They swept in like a raging storm, intending to take the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain in one fell swoop.

Yang Cake, alone, in the face of this wolf-like enemy, he has no fear. Dressed in battle armor and armed with a spear, he stood on the battlefield like a statue, his eyes were determined and his momentum was like a rainbow. He led his soldiers to resist the fierce attacks of the Chinese army again and again.

However, war is brutal, especially when left alone. Although Yang Cake is extremely brave, after all, two fists are invincible to four hands. In a fierce encounter, he was surrounded by enemy forces and found himself in a desperate situation. Wielding his spear, he rushed left and right, trying to break through, but the enemy army was so numerous and dense that it was impossible to breathe.

Finally, after swinging the gun hard, Yang Cake felt a sharp pain hit him. He looked down and saw that the spear was stained with blood, and it turned out that he had been stabbed by the enemy. He endured the pain and tried to continue fighting, but his body had already fallen in disobedience.

Yang Cake died in this battle on the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, his body fell in a pool of blood, and the spear was still clenched in his hand. His heroic deeds have been praised through the ages and have become a hero admired by future generations.

On the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, an atmosphere of solemnity filled the air. This is the position that Yang Cake held onto, and it is also the place where he finally died heroically.

In the distance, the army of Qiqi was like a dark cloud, surging mightily. They were dressed in black iron armor and held sharp spears, and their momentum was like a rainbow, as if they were about to devour the entire Tianzhou Mountain. Their target is the main force of the Huaxia army, and the location of Yang Cake is the key to blocking their advance.

Yang Bao stood in front of the formation, his eyes were firm and resolute. Behind him are his own compatriots and comrades-in-arms, who rely on him, expecting him to lead them to defeat the enemy. However, the strength of the Qiqi family was strong and numerous, and Yang Cake and they fell into a situation of isolation and helplessness.

The battle began, and the shouts of killing shook the sky. Yang Bao waved the spear in his hand and charged into battle, extremely brave. His figure shuttled across the battlefield, like a tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable. However, the warriors of the Qiqi lineage were also experienced in a hundred battles, and they besieged and surrounded Yang Cake.

Yang Cake fought hard, but was finally outnumbered and suffered multiple injuries on his body. However, instead of flinching, he brandished his spear even more frantically and fought with the enemy. He only sees victory, only to protect his compatriots and comrades-in-arms.

However, fate played a trick on him mercilessly. During a fight, Yang Cake was stabbed in the chest by an enemy with a spear, and blood stained his armor red. He fell on the battlefield, surrounded by his comrades, but there was no way to save his life.

Yang Cake died in this battle on the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, and his heroic deeds were praised by future generations. He used his life to defend the honor of the Chinese army, as well as his faith and dignity. His name will forever be engraved on this land and become an eternal admiration and remembrance for future generations.

On the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain, Yang Cake's figure appeared lonely and firm. He stood at the forefront of the flames, facing the surging Chinese army of the Qiqi lineage, his eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

The warriors of the poor lineage, they are burly and hideous, like monsters crawling out of hell. Wielding huge weapons and letting out an earth-shattering roar, they launched a fierce attack on Yang Cake's position. However, Yang Cake was not afraid, he clenched the spear in his hand, like a strong barrier, blocking the front of his comrades.

The battle went on extremely fiercely, and the comrades around Yang Cake fell one by one, and their blood stained the earth red. However, Yang Cake still stands, and his eyes are full of determination and determination. Wielding a spear, he repelled the attacks of the Qiqi vein again and again, fighting for the chances of survival for his comrades.

However, as time passed, Yang Cake's physical strength was gradually depleted. His body was covered in scars, and blood stained his armor. But he remained on his ground, using the last of his strength to fight the warriors of the Poor Strange lineage.

In the end, in a fierce confrontation, Yang Cake was surrounded by the warriors of the Qiqi lineage. Wielding his spear, he fought the final battle with the enemy. However, his strength was exhausted and he could no longer withstand enemy attacks. In the end, Yang Cake collapsed on the battlefield in isolation and helplessness, closing his eyes forever.

His death in battle has become a tragic landscape on the northern front of Tianzhou Mountain. Although his figure fell, his spirit was forever engraved in the hearts of his comrades. His bravery, fearlessness, and unyielding steadfastness have become an eternal example and faith in their hearts.