Yan Lands in Chaos

Zhang Yanqin had relied on the secret treasure's thunder arts to shine brilliantly on the battlefield. The squad he led was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into the enemy's heart.

The instant the pillar of lightning came crashing down, it split into nine Serpentine Lightning Chains. Following the Formation Patterns projected by the secret treasure, they constantly snaked through the battlefield. At the end of each chain, the phantom image of a bronze gear materialized and spun, as if drawing the heavenly thunder into the formation's cycle.

Under the repeated baptism of the heavenly thunder's lingering might, even the Blood Fiend Camp cultivators farther away could not completely escape. Once they were caught by the lightning strikes and the aftershocks of the lightning chains, their combat strength was greatly reduced.

Zhang Yanqin secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations. Otherwise, at this critical moment, he might truly have suffered a disastrous setback.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted to the Deputy General beside him, "Brothers, put some more effort into it! Those bastards are almost finished!"

The Deputy General was someone Yan Tianxing had cultivated, and he was also the squad's true controller. Zhang Yanqin was merely its commander in name.

That was the innate advantage enjoyed by the sons of illustrious Aristocratic Clans and prominent lineages. Although they had to guard against you, they also needed to spend tremendous effort winning you over and making use of you.

The Deputy General understood at once. Waving the long sword in his hand, he answered loudly, "Yes, my lord! Brothers, follow me! Let these vermin learn how formidable we are!"

The Deputy General had fought his way up from the bottom. He was a Martial Artist at the peak of the Fifth Tier, with one foot