The dense smoke and gust of wind moved too fast, reaching behind Chen Mo before long.
Chen Mo felt a strong force pushing him from behind, propelling him forward, with Yu Zhu clinging tightly to him. The two finally crashed to the ground and rolled several meters.
"Pfft..."
Yu Zhu spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground.
"Ahhhh..."
Enveloped by Chen Mo's gust of wind to escape the falling range of the "Four Directions Mountain," the Wei army soldiers fell to the ground like dumplings, causing numerous casualties.
"Yu Zhu, are you alright?" Chen Mo got up and checked on Yu Zhu's condition.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern, I'm not seriously hurt." Protected by Chen Mo, Yu Zhu only suffered minor injuries. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, intending to get up, her pupils suddenly contracted.
