Jin Zheng had seen Ye Zhen's Geomagnetic Force Field before. With his keen eye, he had recognized at a glance that this divine ability of Ye Zhen's was the nemesis of his Ironclad Guard Army.
Thus, Jin Zheng had always been cautious. Even in today's battle against the Zhenhai Army, he had never deployed the Ironclad Guard Army.
Because Jin Zheng believed that Ye Zhen, the marshal of the Zhenhai Army, would surely be commanding the Zhenhai Army's assault at the front. After all, the Zhenhai Army was Ye Zhen's foundation.
But Jin Zheng had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that Ye Zhen would appear among the mysterious Devil Race army attacking from the rear.
The instant he spotted the silver ripples, cold sweat immediately streamed down Jin Zheng's forehead.
If the Zhenhai Army was Ye Zhen's foundation, then the Ironclad Guard Army was his, Jin Zheng's, foundation.
Once Ye Zhen unleashed that silver-ripple Divine Ability and Secret Art amid the Ironclad Guard Army, massive casualties would be unavoidable.
At almost the very first instant, Jin Zheng began changing his battle plan.
Because he knew perfectly well that whether the Ironclad Guard Army was defeated or forced to retreat, it meant that he had already lost today's battle.
The numbers and strength of the rear assault force he had just received in the report gave Jin Zheng a tremendous fright.
Around a hundred thousand Mystic Palace Realm cultivators, and no fewer than twenty thousand World King Realm cultivators. If used well, such strength could even wipe out his entire army.
There was no need to mention the Mystic Palace Realm. Among his army of over a million, he could still scrape together more than a hundred thousand Mystic Palace Realm cultivators. But as for the World King Realm,