"Octagonal Blue Scale!" Kuilin shouted in a low voice, and the elite guards under his command adjusted instantly.
While the main army was engaging the enemy opposite, the close guards slashed diagonally into the center like two sharp knives, isolating Yu Xiaoqiao from the opposing main army in the shortest time possible. Then Kuilin swung his saber and lunged straight forward.
"Octagonal Thousand-Leaf Slash!" As Kuilin waved his long saber, streaks of blade light shot out. These blade lights formed an octagonal array, resembling fallen leaves in a gale. Seemingly chaotic as they fluttered everywhere, every single one of them pointed directly at Yu Xiaoqiao's vital points.
Underestimating the enemy came at a price. Even though the opponent's strength was astonishing, wanting to retreat after pushing forward so recklessly was no easy feat.
As for whether it was a trap, Kuilin could no longer care about that at this moment; the orders from above had to be executed. He could occasionally make a slight concession during the battle, but he had no way to keep retreating—that would be fleeing the battlefield, and with his status as an offender, running away was no different from seeking death.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Xiaoqiao was surrounded by countless blade lights, and the elite immortal troops on both sides closed in to slaughter her. Although the enemy's attack from the opposite side was extremely fierce, they simply couldn't reach Yu Xiaoqiao's location in a short time. He would focus on killing or heavily injuring Yu Xiaoqiao first.
For a time, the offensive led by Kuilin was as fierce as rain, but just as his elite subordinates swarmed in to strangle the target, Kuilin suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.
Hum, a bone-chillingly cold aura descended, and hundreds and thousands of