Ying Xuanming alone held down the three Immortal Army generals led by Yan Xiao with the might of his spear. The dragon-kind powerhouses Zhao Jianglin, Wen Ling, and the others swept past from both wings. Amid flashes of saber and sword, although Yan Xiao and the other two fought to the death, their immortal armor was successively shattered by their opponents.
Pfft, pfft, pfft! The enemy's spear flashes and Sword Qi pierced their bodies one after another, slaughtering Yan Xiao until he could barely defend himself. Two heads beside him had already burst several feet into the air.
"Brother Fengshan, Brother Haoyuan!" Yan Xiao cried out in grief. Two old friends of many years had fallen far too quickly, without giving him any chance to save them. Or perhaps even he was barely able to protect himself—where would he have found the time to save anyone else?
A sky-filling rain of spear shadows rolled toward him. Yan Xiao could only hurriedly deal with part of it. After several rays pierced through his damaged immortal armor, his body went limp as though all his strength had been drained.
Watching the Tyrant Mystic Dragon Soldiers roar past his side, Yan Xiao's eyes grew unfocused.
The Tyrant Mystic Dragon Soldiers' greatest advantage, aside from their combat strength, was that once the soldiers at the very front died, their Primordial Spirits also found it extremely difficult to escape under the impact of the slaughterous aura from this battle formation. Only an equally formidable Immortal Army battle formation could provide them with sufficient protection.
Only the most elite units in the Immortal Army could stop such elite dragon soldiers. As for these Suppressing Dragon Immortal Army troops, they might be able to deal with other enemies, but using them to block the Tyrant Mystic Dragon