Deputy Hall Master Zou of the Fire Spirit Hall's mention of the "Ancient Clan" made the faces of those priests and a few commanders in Blood River Military City who had heard of it change drastically.
Prince Huan Ji Ao's expression turned incomparably ugly.
Liu Bufeng, commander of the Pingxi Army, looked even uglier in that instant.
Not only because of the words "Ancient Clan," but because as Yu Mo of the Ancient Clan made his move, the Blood River Military City Defense Army's hard-won chance to rout one division of the Devil Race army and heavily damage their forces had been interrupted.
In this great army battle, Ye Zhen was like a banner. Now that he had been blasted away, that banner came crashing down.
Their morale plummeted, while the Devil Race troops' morale soared. Their crumbling fighting spirit rapidly recovered under the commanders' rallying.
"Pass the order! The Pingxi Army's central force is to swiftly cover the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army's withdrawal!"
Their attacking momentum had been blocked, and the vanguard had already plunged deep into the Devil Race army. If they did not withdraw quickly and became trapped in an encirclement, things would turn troublesome.
In an instant, the Pingxi Army's central force changed direction and moved to cover the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army, whose momentum had been thwarted along with Ye Zhen.
Yet Ye Zhen, who was coughing blood and flying backward at the center of the battlefield, felt such pain that even his lungs trembled.
That bizarre-looking fellow's single strike had sent Ye Zhen himself flying, while another nine hundred and ninety white spears radiating terrifying Baleful Intent had slammed directly into the perimeter of the Guard Camp around him.
Even Ye Zhen had been blasted away—let alone the guards around him, most