"Those who surrender will not be killed!!" Zhao Yu's furious roar rang out. Infused with all his cultivation and shooting straight into the heavens, it stirred the savage spirit of the army he led as well!
"Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who surrender will not be killed! Those who surrender will not be killed!!!"
Their thunderous roars drove them from passive retreat into a sudden turnabout. After circling around, they came back and bit down on the rear of the main enemy force. With Jing Yun's fierce long-range bombardment and close-combat pursuit, the surrounded troops knew that continuing the battle could only end in defeat. In that instant, they were like a balloon squeezed from both ends—bang! It burst apart!
An army of four hundred thousand scattered and fled, all rushing toward the edges. But in this battle, the commanderies that escaped would surely suffer disaster. The soldiers of the two commanderies trapped inside suddenly felt that even heaven and earth offered nowhere to run, and that their legs were too short. Above them were the enemy's Immortal-Slaying Cannons; below, countless soldiers attacked from front and rear. The battlefield immediately became a siege, with soldiers darting through the woods, surrendering—or being slaughtered!
Before long, soldiers filled the land as far as the eye could see, trapped and massacred until they finally began surrendering one after another. Of the four hundred thousand soldiers, one hundred thousand surrendered, one hundred thousand were killed or wounded, and half the rest escaped!
The defeated naturally had to be pursued, but the enemy was hardly benevolent. The other commanderies, especially those fighting on foreign soil, had all prepared escape routes. After we chased them for only a few hundred miles, they vanished into the chaotic currents of immortal energy, and there was