That was right. Shang Chaozong, charging into battle as the commander of an army and risking his own life, had done so precisely to draw a large number of enemy cultivators into seizing him, creating the perfect opportunity for the Wulie Guard to launch a relentless offensive in one burst.
By the time Zhao Xingyan realized what was happening, it was already too late. The troops in the rear had descended into complete chaos.
Having taken such a risky move, Shang Chaozong had never intended to give him time to react.
The Wulie Guard charged in from the Zhao army's left and right flanks. Their savage momentum was like a knife slicing through tofu as they plunged into the enemy ranks, cutting through waves and repeatedly charging back and forth.
Some cultivators hurriedly withdrew, intending to salvage the situation, but the cultivators Shang Chaozong had arranged were no mere ornaments. They entangled and blocked them.
Even those who made it back found their interception efforts difficult to carry out. The Wulie Guard rampaged freely, mixing in with the Zhao army. The cultivators on this side could not attack without restraint, not to mention the Yan cultivators tying them down.
The battle banners of the Wulie Guard, having plunged deep into the enemy army, fell. Amid the chaotic troops, they lost the guide that pointed their charge forward.
The cries of "Wulie" rang out again. Everyone gathered in the direction of the cries and formed new vectors of attack. No matter what obstacles they encountered, their offensive did not falter in the slightest as they charged and slaughtered back and forth again and again!
The Zhao army's front then met the Yan army's full-scale assault. The entire Zhao formation lacked the strength to sustain itself and rapidly collapsed.
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