At the very beginning, Wang Chen had not slain that many Maitreya Cult followers.
For an army numbering tens of thousands, such casualties were nothing at all—at most, a scratch on the surface.
But the Flying Sword, unstoppable and mowing down lives like grass, dealt an enormous blow to the Maitreya Cult followers' morale.
These vicious scoundrels watched helplessly as the companions beside them were beheaded in an instant, heard scream after shrill, despairing scream, and felt scorching blood splatter across their faces...
Unable to suppress the terror in their hearts, they wailed for their mothers and fathers as they scattered and fled.
Hovering in the air, Wang Chen controlled the Fire Crow Sword as it swept back and forth, harvesting the Maitreya Cult followers' heads. By his strength alone, he had actually cut off more than ten thousand ordinary civilians from the main force of the Maitreya army.
And among those common people were plenty of clever ones.
Seeing this, they immediately ran toward Nanshao City with every ounce of strength they had.
Driven by them, the other civilians also fled for their lives.
Some even knelt on the ground and desperately kowtowed toward Wang Chen in the sky. "Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you, Immortal Master!"
Yet Wang Chen had no need for their gratitude. Instead, he felt they were wasting the opportunity he had given them.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Maitreya army had already reacted.
The Maitreya army's commander was exceedingly vicious. With no way to deal with Wang Chen for the moment, he ordered the archers to fire a volley of arrows at the fleeing civilians.
If Wang Chen wanted to protect the civilians, then he would strike at the civilians.
Let him see how Wang Chen would save them!
Thousands upon thousands of arrows formed