Lowering his body, assuming a stance ready for a final battle, his voice hoarse, he shouted:
"Imperial Guard of Great Chen, Record Officer of Dragon Martial Army, Luo Xingyi!"
"Rebellions ahead, do not advance!"
Yue Qianfeng's expression became solemn, looking at the comrade who once rode with them on the battlefield. He held his weapon, suddenly spoke, "Qilin Army!"
The voice of the Divine General was rough yet solemn: "Bid farewell to our comrade."
Lowering his body in a desperate stance, Luo Xingyi grinned and then charged forward. The Qilin Army set their crossbows, and the Ninth Divine General Yue Qianfeng personally held his Battle Halberd, ready to strike.
He shouted: "Attack!!!"
In an instant, the whistling of bowstrings sounded like birds flapping their wings.
Luo Xingyi watched the radiant light blade of the Divine General, swinging out his own sword. The Imperial Guard's sword instantly broke, spinning above his head, spiraling down heavily into the ground.
