Shen Gongbao Asks for Help

Shen Gongbao gritted his teeth and gave the order:

"Hang the War-Exemption Tablet high!"

The generals beside him froze.

"State Preceptor, hang the War-Exemption Tablet now?"

Shen Gongbao gave him a cold look.

"Can you defeat Huang Feihu, or can you stop Nezha?"

The general instantly shut his mouth.

Before long, above the gates of the Xi Qi camp, a War-Exemption Tablet with black characters on a white background was hung high.

Before the Shang Army formation, Huang Feihu saw the War-Exemption Tablet, frowned, and gave a cold snort.

"They're too scared to fight already?"

Nezha's eyes widened even more.

"What the hell is that?"

Just now, he had thought Shen Gongbao was going to send out some demonic Daoist, and he had already gotten ready to charge over and skewer someone.

In the end, the other side suddenly hung out a tablet.

What was that supposed to count as?

Seeing this, Wen Zhong raised a hand and gave the order:

"Sound the gong."

The sound of metal rang out.

The Shang Army began slowly withdrawing its formation.

The moment Nezha heard the gong, he grew anxious at once and flew in front of Wen Zhong on his Wind Fire Wheels.

"Grand Preceptor! Why are we withdrawing?"

Wen Zhong looked at him.

"Xi Qi has already hung the War-Exemption Tablet."

Nezha frowned with his little face.

"So what if they hung a tablet? They were defeated just now, and this is exactly the time to chase them down! While their army's morale is unsteady, if we charge in with one burst of energy, wouldn't we punch straight through Xi Qi's main camp?"

Huang Feihu was somewhat unwilling too, but he was a veteran general and knew the rules, so he merely stayed silent.

Wen Zhong looked at Nezha and said