The morale of the Yan Army's vanguard camp had collapsed.
The soldiers serving as the vanguard were the bravest and most battle-hardened men in the Yan Army. They also trusted and revered Yan Xiaoyun the most.
In everyone's eyes, this Grand Commander was invincible, sweeping aside all before him. He would surely lead them in trampling Hanhai Pass flat.
Yet the true decisive battle had only just begun when Yan Xiaoyun died.
No one was willing to believe it, yet Yan Xiaoyun's corpse hung swaying from the pass wall, his iconic Kirin Silver Armor gleaming beneath the sunlight. How could they continue deceiving themselves?
"Ah~"
Many soldiers threw down their weapons. Some knelt on the ground and wailed, while others pounded the earth with both fists, overwhelmed by unbearable grief.
Others roared and charged toward the city wall.
They were shot full of holes!
The shockwave caused by the commander-in-chief's fall swiftly spread from the vanguard to the central and rear armies. The morale of the hundreds of thousands of Yan soldiers plummeted, and countless men looked at one another, at a loss for what to do.
"Grand Guardian Wang, should we send men out of the city to charge them?"
Shangguan Wuji was seasoned and experienced. He knew that dispatching a cavalry force to break through their formation at such a moment would surely yield excellent results.
"Forget it."
Yet Wang Chen shook his head. "There's no need."
The three great Martial Venerables of Yan had all been wiped out in one battle, while Yan Xiaoyun's corpse hung from the city wall. This had already dealt the Yan Army an immense blow.
But the Yan Army's main force had suffered no losses whatsoever. Their numbers were more than ten times those of the Hanhai Army. If their generals rallied