The defeated army retreated all the way, while the horn of King Mu's attack rang out sharply once more. Fortunately, on the congested mountain road, even if there were losses, they would only amount to a certain number.
"Regroup the troops on the plains. Disciples responsible for ranged attacks, prepare to stop the pursuers. The rest, follow me and prepare to withstand the impact!" I said firmly.
The defeated army was coming on fiercely. Only my elite force could cover the retreat, and the disciples had all been through the training in Junlian, making them ready for battle.
Jing Yun's defeated army retreated amid the clang of gongs, while Zhao Yu's army also merged into Jing Yun's forces. Zhao Yu himself was still fighting the Ghost Emperor at the valley entrance.
"Attack!" Seeing King Mu lead the Yin soldiers and ghost generals out of the valley entrance, I ordered the army forward, fully prepared to block the passage.
When Jing Yun saw my side launch an attack, he immediately led the defeated army in a counterattack. The gongs calling for retreat were replaced by a thunderous chorus of war drums, and the army, which had lost nearly ten thousand men, regrouped once more.
The head-on clash had begun. If we failed to drive them back, this battle would inevitably become a crushing defeat, and afterward we would have to hole up in the city and defend it to the death.
On the Blood Cloud Coffin, Song Wanyi and the other household ghosts had all been imbued with blood garments. They charged to the front, and Bear the Unlucky also joined the battle. After completely digesting the block of Yin energy, he had soon reached the late Ghost King stage. Swinging the black-iron coffin, he smashed it into the enemy, sweeping