The armies faced off, blades and weapons clashing.
A ten-zhang phantom collided head-on with a ten-zhang giant shield.
Boom, boom, boom—
The muffled impacts mercilessly reached their ears.
Like drumbeats pounding against their heartstrings one after another.
The phantoms looked exactly like soldiers. They moved as nimbly as living people, sometimes raising their hands to brace against the giant shields and violently halt their advance; sometimes grabbing the long spears thrust out from behind the shields with their bare hands. With a crack, they snapped the spearheads clean off and hurled them back with a backhand throw.
Their strength was enough to pierce flesh.
Anyone struck by them lost all combat ability.
But their opponents were the Heavy Shield Warrior army.
These puppets knew neither pain nor fatigue. Unless they were dismembered or collapsed from exhaustion, as long as they had a breath left in them, they could entangle the enemy to the very end. For a time, waves of invisible force erupted across the front lines, and the booming collisions made people's teeth ache.
Jiang Sheng added fuel to the fire at just the right moment.
Roars erupted simultaneously from the mouths of the phantoms and soldiers. Under One Breath, One Go, their momentum climbed steadily, and they actually showed signs of forcing the Heavy Shield Warrior formation backward. The archers in the rear swept the field with a rain of arrows to ease the pressure on the front lines, making the scene extraordinarily chaotic.
"What a pity. It's still missing a little something..."
He was not satisfied with the situation before him.
The enemy general fighting Shen Tang had noticed this side as well.
He sneered. "You've already sounded the first drum?"
One Breath, One Go was a double-edged sword.
Its effect was fierce and overbearing.
It forcefully