Li Banfeng ran desperately toward Ink Fragrance Shop, so hard he could barely breathe.
The Peddler pushed his cart, charging downhill.
His leg was injured, and he limped with every step.
The bandages around him had been soaked through with blood, leaving a trail all the way down.
Qiao Yi's plan had been flawless. He still had over thirty thousand Totem Army soldiers. He split off five thousand to hold back Eighteen Wheels, then another five thousand and sent Nian Shangyou to find an exit.
He kept twenty thousand troops to surround the Peddler, surrounding him without attacking.
The Peddler was gravely wounded. If he did not want to die, he surely would not dare go into battle.
Once Nian Shangyou found a way out, Qiao Yi would lead the Totem Army out of the valley and charge to Ink Fragrance Shop. After stationing troops there, he could support Three Heads Junction from both sides, then use the Imperial Jade Seal and the Great Totem to continually reinforce his forces and ultimately seize all of Pro State.
But the Peddler charged down from the hillside and threw Qiao Yi's entire plan into disarray.
Qiao Yi was not the only one thrown into chaos. The Totem Army had fought in this valley for two full days. They had been scattered throughout the valley and slaughtered by the Peddler and Mist Prison Valley through every kind of means. Now that they had finally gathered together, thirty thousand Totem Army soldiers surrounding a single Peddler showed none of the composure they should have had. Instead, they fell into a bizarre panic.
A squad of Fire Cultivators in the vanguard concentrated their flames on the Peddler.
Qiao Yi cried out, "Reckless!"
He rarely commanded on the battlefield himself. Even he could see that this