This was the weight carried by the title "Monarch of the Yong Dynasty"!
At those words, the soldiers immediately turned their weapons aside. Even the bows and crossbows that had been aimed at Xia Fan and Chi were lowered.
After speaking, the Kaiyang Envoy even turned his back directly on Xia Fan, focusing all his attention on King Yong.
The explosion had nearly killed dozens in an instant, and many wounded still lay sprawled across the ground. Yet even so, the Seven Stars Army showed no signs of collapsing. Those outside surged back in, filling the gaps within the temple. Such fighting spirit was already comparable to the main force of the Jinxia Army.
Xia Fan simply descended beside the great pit. After setting Li down, he began carrying away the severely wounded who could not move on their own.
"You're going to save them?" Li asked in surprise.
It was not only Li. The other Seven Stars soldiers nearby also revealed startled expressions.
"They have already lost their ability to fight, and they can't possibly become enemies of our forces again anytime soon," Xia Fan replied. "If we let them die here, we'll only be providing King Yong with more medicinal catalysts." Then he shouted at the Seven Stars soldiers around him, "What are you all standing there for? Get over here and help!"
His rebuke jolted them awake as though from a dream. Before long, an officer stepped forward and said, "Crossbowmen, keep your eyes on Lord Luo's enemy! Everyone else, do as this man says!"
On the other side, Luo Yunzheng had clashed with King Yong once more. He had already realized that this man possessed many tricks, but was not skilled at close-range combat. The spell from before had indeed been terrifying beyond measure. Especially in