They had to hold even if they couldn't.
Yun Xiao's reply left no room at all.
Bi Xiao's Spiritual Power hit bottom first.
Her knees bent, and she dropped into the sand. She braced a hand against the ground and dragged herself back up, blood foam seeping from the crack of her lips as she rose.
Yun Xiao shoved her back and stepped forward herself, holding the very front.
Her posture was like a mother beast shielding its cub. Her whole body was trembling, but she did not retreat even half a step.
But plenty of Spells still smashed directly into her. The protective Spells around her flickered unstably, and her entire body was driven back half a foot.
Kong Xuan's deputy was struck by a Spell and let out a muffled groan. Then he was blocked by the enemy again, so he could only set Kong Xuan on the ground, hastily cast a defensive Spell, draw his blade, and charge forward.
But before he had taken more than a few steps, he was blasted away by a fire Talisman. His back slammed into a broken wall, and when he slid down, half his face was smeared with blood.
The Shang Army's line began to shift backward.
As they retreated, their rhythm fell into chaos. Someone threw down his shield, turned, and ran.
In those few breaths, a gale swept in close to the ground.
The wind did not seem natural. It took an extremely tricky turn, cutting in from the side of Xiqi's pursuers, just in time to blow the whole surging wall of people askew.
A thin layer of white mist was mixed into the wind. Vision blurred, and everyone instinctively slowed by half a beat.
Taiyi Zhenren's figure sprang out of the mist.
He clutched a yellowed