But at this moment, it was all too late.
The price of indecision was to hand over strategic advantage directly to the enemy.
As General Ye Ming expected, the battlefield situation was instantly overturned.
The Silent Ming Army moved with constantly adapting restraining runes, decomposing the dense evil qi of the Mingwu like mournful cries, rapidly dissolving and dispersing.
The Mingwu Warriors roared, wielding Fog Blades, and unleashed corrosive energy attacks upon the Silent Ming.
Energy sufficient to easily tear mountains and corrode everything seemed to lose its power, unable to inflict effective damage.
Conversely, the Silent Ming's arms transformed into flowing rune whips, striking the Mingwu Warriors, their fog bodies decomposing as if hit by sulfuric acid.
Wherever it reached, the battle lines constructed by the Mingwu Army collapsed at a visible speed.
General Ye Ming tried to regroup the formation.
But it was all in vain.
