"Retreat, quickly, retreat!"
"Damn it, where did these elite troops come from?!"
"Charge! Keep charging!"
"*Sob*... we're saved, we're saved..."
A cacophony of voices swirled together, their meanings indistinguishable.
All anyone knew was to unleash every attack they had, to kill every enemy before them.
RUMBLE... The earth trembled once more as if the very mountains were shaking.
After just a few exchanges, Fang Yang's legions displayed their divine might, crushing the enemy and sweeping to victory.
Their performance was stunning, far exceeding Liu Manlou's expectations.
The combat prowess of the White Feathered Eagle legion, in particular, filled him with envy, jealousy, and hate.
As he spurred his horse away from the warzone once more, he decisively called out to his soldiers.
This time, however, he did not give the order to charge again.
But he didn't dare get too close either.
He had just realized that Fang Yang was truly a Tier Three Elementary Cultivator.
