Jiang Wenhuan's hurried command, which lacked any clear instructions, only worsened the chaos.
Yuan Hong, on the other hand, had far more experience with battle formations. He knew that when facing an enemy who greatly outnumbered them,
even if their own army was elite, they absolutely could not let the opposing formation fully take shape.
Otherwise, once the two military formations clashed, victory would become exceedingly difficult to achieve.
Therefore, after sending several military orders to his own officers, Yuan Hong continued pursuing Jiang Wenhuan's figure, giving him no chance to calmly reorganize his army.
Blood Qi smoke blazed around his entire body. As the Bintie Cudgel swept through the air, he moved as if there were no one around him. Those he struck died, and those he merely grazed were injured.
Wherever he passed, men and horses were sent flying, while severed limbs scattered everywhere. Jiang Wenhuan had been pampered and indulged since childhood. Although he possessed decent talent and a respectable cultivation level,
how could he have ever seen a battlefield god of slaughter like this? Yuan Hong chased him so relentlessly that he did not even dare look back.
He retreated all the way toward the rear of the army, causing his own ranks, which had originally been fairly orderly, to descend into chaos.
Seeing this, Yang Jian's lips curled into a faint smile. He did not rush into the Battle Formation.
Standing at the front of the army, the Heavenly Eye between his brows shone with brilliant golden light as he calmly observed the entire battlefield.
He saw the chaos Yuan Hong had casually created while pursuing Jiang Wenhuan, and he also saw several cultivators among the enemy troops who were clearly stronger than ordinary soldiers and were attempting to stabilize the army's formation.
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