"Fine technique..."
Mind's-Eye One-Blade could not help murmuring.
Then the Kaiyang Envoy drove a punch straight into his face, caving in his entire cheek—the unstoppable blow sent the longblade captain flying far away, brains spraying from his ears and nostrils.
"Draw out their souls." Luo Yunzheng took out a handkerchief and wiped his fist.
"Yes!" The two sorcerers behind him took out Soul Gathering Talismans, walked up to the defeated enemies, and began drawing in the two men's aura.
Meanwhile, he maintained his previous pace, walking step by step toward the Dong Sheng army.
A strange scene followed.
For every step he took forward, the soldiers could not help taking a step back.
There was only one Kaiyang Envoy, while the army numbered at least several thousand.
Yet not one among those thousands dared remain where he stood.
The Kaiyang Envoy slowly raised his right hand—
That single motion shattered the delicate balance across the battlefield.
The soldiers instinctively quickened their retreat, setting off shoving, falls, and trampling. The entire formation was like a wave; once it surged, there was no chance of calming it again. Everyone scrambled to turn and flee toward the rear, while the screams of those being trampled only intensified the rout. In an instant, the battle line ceased to exist. All of them were swept up by terror, with only one thought left—to get farther away from this monster!
"No one is allowed to run! Stop, all of you!"
"Whoever runs, I'll kill him!"
"You lot—are you deaf?!"
King Dong Sheng drew his sword and roared. But his voice was as faint as a mosquito amid the thunderous rumble of the fleeing crowd. If the personal guard had not formed a triangular defensive line with sword and shield, the fleeing soldiers might have smashed through