Zhang Guifang's Sorcery

Zhang Guifang unleashed the Soul-Calling Secret Art, and the effect was immediate.

Huang Feihu, who had just held a firm upper hand and suppressed his opponent with his spear technique, suddenly stiffened all over as his soul trembled violently out of control.

The light in his eyes instantly scattered, all strength drained from his body, and he swayed sideways. Without the slightest ability to resist, he fell heavily straight off the Five-Colored Divine Ox!

"What?!"

Every soldier of Western Qi went pale, and an uproar swept across the battlefield.

Just moments ago, everyone had been rejoicing at Huang Feihu's suppression of Zhang Guifang, believing victory was already in their grasp. Never had they imagined the situation would reverse so abruptly.

Despite holding an absolute advantage, Huang Feihu had fallen from his mount like a puppet whose soul had left its body.

"My lord!"

Huang Ming and Zhou Ji, watching from nearby, were struck with horror. Without another word, they spurred their horses forward, intending to charge into the formation and rescue him.

Yet just as the two reached Huang Feihu's side, a cold gleam flashed through Zhang Guifang's eyes, and he let out another sharp shout!

The same bizarre secret art erupted once more. Huang Ming and Zhou Ji both froze, their minds thrown into disarray. Their hands could no longer hold their weapons, strength left their bodies, and both tumbled from their horses.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Guifang rode forward and effortlessly captured Huang Feihu, Huang Ming, and Zhou Ji. He bound them tightly with ropes, locking them firmly in place.

Western Qi's morale collapsed in an instant, its fighting spirit plunging to rock bottom.

As the soldiers stared at the high-spirited Zhang Guifang before the lines, unconcealable fear filled their eyes.

Without losing a single