Roar!
Roar!
Amid the deafening shouts, a voice rang out from the high platform, cleaving through the clouds: "Who leads the charge and slays the enemy?"
The entire Third Squad roared from their bellies, "Xu Yi, squad leader of the Third Squad of the Fifth Regiment!"
At once, the whole field cried out, "Fierce Squad Leader Xu Yi!"
Having slain Tong Ba, Xu Yi immediately soared into the air. He had no intention of getting trapped among the enemy ranks.
The instant he took flight, spirit arrows rained down on him from every direction like a torrential downpour.
He circulated his five small swords, and a perfectly rounded shield of light appeared.
The shield gleamed. The rain of spirit arrows could not touch him at all; as the shield spun, they vanished like smoke.
"Squad Leader Xu, mighty!"
"Mighty!"
The whole field shouted, "Mighty!" For a time, the enemy's morale was stolen away.
When the two sides were evenly matched, battles were often won on momentum. A side with high morale could bring out twelve-tenths of its strength instead of ten. As one side rose and the other fell, the shift could decide the course of a battle.
Just as Xu Yi was about to race back to his own ranks, a streak of golden light cut across the sky. It was a golden orb, no bigger than a bead, hurtling like thunder and lightning. The moment Xu Yi sensed it, the bead had already reached the space between his brows.
The rotating shield formed by his five small swords could do nothing against the orb.
Just as the orb was about to strike his brow, a wave of light suddenly burst from the high platform, and the orb shattered.
At the same time, every attack across the field crumbled