When the five Dao Realm cultivators in the sky were slain, they drew the attention of the Holy Eagle Realm's siege forces on the ground. Then Eunuch Fu's death made the Holy Eagle Realm's siege troops incomparably tense.
But in the next instant, when the Holy Eagle Realm troops saw their commander, Yuan Hongying, captured alive, more than half of them were dumbfounded on the spot.
Especially the hundred thousand elite troops from the Holy Eagle Realm's vassal worlds—they had always worshipped members of the Holy Eagle Family as gods.
More precisely, every direct descendant of the Holy Eagle Family was a god to those vassal worlds!
A true god!
And then, right before their eyes, their god had been captured alive!
It was impossible not to collapse!
Thus, the morale of the hundred thousand elite troops from the Holy Eagle Realm's vassal worlds besieging Ironwood Commandery crumbled on the spot.
Seeing that something was wrong, the Mid Dao Realm generals among the Holy Eagle Realm's fifty thousand elite troops immediately had seven or eight streams of light shoot into the sky, intending to rescue Yuan Hongying.
Yuan Hongying, captured alive, felt cold all over. He wanted to shout, "Run! Don't come over!" but could not force the words from his mouth no matter what.
He could only watch helplessly as eight Holy Eagle Realm generals charged toward him.
However, compared to them, the individual strength of these Holy Eagle Realm generals was far greater than that of the generals from the vassal worlds.
In particular, the strongest among the Holy Eagle Realm generals was a Late Dao Realm general whose strength even Yuan Hongying himself did not dare underestimate.
So, deep down, Yuan Hongying still harbored a faint hope.
But Ye Zhen's expression did not change in the slightest.