Under Ye Zhen's lead, the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army was like a tiger grown wings, charging forward without impediment through the Devil Race army's camp.
The millstone-sized Earthen Myriad Manifestation Seal hanging above Ye Zhen's head was like an activated talisman seal. Wherever it went, the Devil Race army crumbled in rout.
The central army of the Pingxi Army followed close behind in the charge, slaughtering the Devil Race troops until men and horses were thrown into chaos.
"Hold the line! Hold it for me! Anyone who dares retreat another half-step, behead them!" An angry roar from within the Devil Race formation suddenly drew Ye Zhen's attention and gaze.
The instant Ye Zhen looked over, his eyes suddenly lit up—Yuedai!
Yuedai, the commander of the Vanguard Legion that had previously attacked Blood River Fortress, was now desperately trying to suppress his collapsing army, attempting to reverse the rout.
Speaking of which, Yuedai had been rather unlucky. After suffering his first defeat at Ye Zhen's hands, he had followed Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun and suffered another crushing defeat.
Thus, he had remained at the front lines, trying to redeem himself through merit, yet had never found an opportunity to earn any.
At this moment, Yuedai was practically on the verge of tears.
If the troops under his command suffered another crushing defeat today, his family's territory would likely be finished for good.
How could he be so unlucky?
Under such circumstances, Yuedai fought especially hard.
"Don't be afraid! That Ye fellow is merely a spent arrow now—don't be afraid!"
Yet no matter how hoarse he shouted himself, it had little effect.
On the battlefield, fear was contagious. Otherwise, why would there be the saying that once an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain?
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