"Indecisive trash!" On the reviewing platform, Marquis Xingqing, who had been eagerly watching the battle, suddenly turned cold. The way he looked at Ye Zhen was filled with disappointment, even a trace of disdain!
Hearing Marquis Xingqing's rebuke, Blood Beard Li Lang, the commanding general of the Blood Lion Army standing behind him, opened his eyes in surprise.
The sight before him swept away the pain on Blood Beard Li Lang's face. His entire body trembled with excitement, and his eyes brimmed with gratitude.
Zhao Zhong, waiting at the side, looked at Ye Zhen, who had charged into the formation for close-quarters combat, as though he were looking at some kind of monster.
No one had expected Ye Zhen to handle things like this in the end.
Given the current situation, Ye Zhen could have wiped out the Blood Lion Army within a hundred breaths. Yet at this crucial moment, he had abandoned the chance to annihilate them all.
Leaving the tree demon army that had protected him layer upon layer, he curled himself up and rammed straight into the Blood Lion Army's Left Wing formation, engaging them in hand-to-hand combat.
This choice immediately branded Ye Zhen in Marquis Xingqing's eyes as indecisive and useless. But to the Blood Lion Army's officers, their gratitude was beyond description.
Marquis Xingqing's status stood where it did, and military orders were as immovable as mountains. They could not defy them.
Yet to watch the brothers they had personally raised fall before their eyes, to die here in deaths that were almost utterly meaningless—the agony in the hearts of the Blood Lion Army's officers, especially commanding general Blood Beard Li Lang, was indescribable.
But Ye Zhen's sudden choice had spared the Blood Lion Army from the possibility of total annihilation.
The three Blood Lion