Chen Min's army was made up almost entirely of warriors at the Third Order or above. They had already surpassed the limits of ordinary people's understanding. Now, as they charged into Qingshan, each one's Qi and Blood erupted, and they were like gods of slaughter.
Every one of them looked at Li Zhiyi with icy coldness.
Their eyesight was excellent. If Li Zhiyi hadn't pulled back just now, Chen Min would probably have already obtained the Blood Brand.
Zhang Yu hurriedly blocked Li Zhiyi's path and looked at the Great Xia guards.
"We're all on the same side!"
On the battlefield, everyone was brimming with murderous intent, their emotions running high. Zhang Yu was truly afraid they would charge Li Zhiyi without regard for anything.
"On the same side?" someone snarled.
"If we're all on the same side, why is he so determined to hold on to the Blood Brand instead of giving it to Commander Chen Min?"
"You scum from the Punishment Battalion—you're going to get us all killed today!"
"You have no regard for military discipline. Seize him!"
One furious shout after another rang out. Several guards had already turned into streaks of light and rushed toward Li Zhiyi.
Li Zhiyi's expression remained calm, but he sighed inwardly. Looking at Zhang Yu, who stood resolutely in front of him, he raised the Blood Brand in his hand.
The power of his will flowed through him, strengthening every part of his body.
He lifted his head and gazed upward. Vaguely, he could make out the noble figures standing atop the firmament.
Beneath their feet, millions fought and slaughtered one another. Yet those figures needed only a slogan or a glance to decide the life and death of thousands.
"How laughable."
Faced with this sudden turn of events, Li Zhiyi