This sudden turn of events startled everyone on the front line.
"Ning Kun!" Yang Hu shouted, running forward with large strides.
"A powerful enemy is approaching! Retreat, quickly!" Liu Wu commanded the Martial Guards to fall back.
The elite training of the Martial Guards was on full display. From the moment Liu Wu ordered the retreat to the flag bearers giving the signal, the one million Martial Guards fell back in perfect order.
WHOOSH!!
Another streak of red and white light shot out violently. This time, it was not a long spear, but an arcing wave of Sword Qi that spanned hundreds of meters. If this attack were to land, at least a thousand men would be slaughtered.
SWISH.
Standing atop the mountain, Chen Yang's pupils constricted. He flicked his wrist, hurling his long spear with all his might.
BOOM!!
