Clang......
Yang Jian lifted his long spear, suddenly sweeping the Sword Puppet's right arm aside, and turned to look at the dire state of his army. His already grim expression grew even darker.
"In just over 200 moments, it turned out like this. The Xia Army has grown so powerful!"
Yang Jian was aware of the gap between the Beishuo Army and the Xia Army, but the disparity before him was far beyond his expectations.
As the first round of clashes faltered, ten thousand Beishuo soldiers were scattered by the Xia Army. He had already ordered fifteen thousand troops of the Defensive Army in the rear to stop shooting and join the battle, meaning that the entire twenty-five thousand troops of Baimu City were now engaged.
