Watching those people frantically flee across the blood-red river, Yu Wenye's pupils darkened suddenly.
Meanwhile, the soldiers behind him displayed complex expressions on their faces.
Everyone knew that the decisive moment in battle was rare, yet they dared not cross the river without the command of their general—after all, they had been pursuing all night, and even the formidable Shen Tu Tai was at his limit. Many among them bore injuries, some couldn't even lift their arms.
Moreover, Yu Wenye's arrow tube was completely empty, and after Yu Wenqian shot his last arrow, he took no further action.
Still, a sense of restlessness surged among the crowd.
After all, it had come to this point.
But just as they wished to tighten their reins and spur forward, suddenly, a sharp whistling came from above. Yu Wenye's eyes turned cold as he raised his hand and shouted, "Fall back!"
