"Everyone, attack!"
Seeing that the soldiers' fighting spirit had been fully roused, the Imperial commander impatiently began issuing orders.
"Kill!!!"
"Kill!!!"
"Kill!!!"
Following that command, the remaining Imperial soldiers charged at Xiao.
Xiao showed not the slightest hesitation at the sight. He slowly raised the Harp of Peace in his hand and swung it.
"Asura Throw!"
A flash of crimson light swept past. Everything fell silent, and every sound came to an abrupt stop.
The Imperial commander in the distance, who had been issuing orders to the soldiers, went blank at the sight. His lips kept muttering.
"H-How is that possible!?"
The moment Xiao's words fell, the Harp of Peace in his hand transformed into a massive crimson dragon and shot toward the remaining Imperial soldiers.
"Roar--------------"
The blood dragon raised its head and roared at the sky, unleashing endless killing intent from its body.
Yet the remaining Imperial soldiers, having already resolved to fight Xiao to the death, no longer cared for their own lives and charged resolutely toward the blood dragon.
But this world did not favor those soldiers from the Empire. No miracle occurred.
The blood dragon formed by the Harp of Peace was like a butcher's blade, slaughtering the fewer than ten thousand remaining Imperial soldiers like a wolf among sheep.
In only a few moments, nearly ten thousand Imperial soldiers were slaughtered cleanly by that single move. Not one was left alive!
No, one should still remain.
The Imperial commander in the distance watched this unfold, his face turning pale. A vacant expression remained frozen on his face for a long time.
He continued to mutter.
"H-How is that possible? How is that possible? I don't believe it."
"I don't believe it!"
"I don't believe it!!!"
"My Hundred Thousand Army... was just gone like