I'm dying—there's simply no way.
Forget taking down Shen Tang—they couldn't even exert enough pressure to endanger her life. All they could do was watch helplessly as Shen Tang carried her spoils around, swaggering and flaunting them. Even the allied army's upper echelons couldn't withstand that psychological pressure, let alone the rabble under their command. Almost the instant Shen Tang cut off the alliance leader's head, the military formation that had still looked reasonably orderly began to collapse.
When Shen Tang shouted, "The bandit chief's head is here," their morale shattered. Well-trained elites had strong resistance to pressure; perhaps, faced with such a situation, they could turn grief and anger into strength and summon the courage to fight with their backs to the water. Those with weaker resistance to pressure, however, wilted outright.
Some martial generals also tried to shake her blazing momentum with their flesh and blood.
Without exception, they all met with failure.
The collapse in morale immediately threw the formation into chaos. The allied army's commanders tried to stabilize their lines, and order after order was sent down. The beats of the war drums gradually changed from steady and orderly to jumbled and chaotic. The soldiers no longer knew whether to watch the banners or follow the drums. These soldiers belonged to different powers, so their formations naturally lacked coordination. One side wanted to advance while the other wanted to retreat, exposing a fatal opening.
The generals commanding the troops grew more panicked the more they saw.
Even if they forced themselves to calm down, the reality of the battlefield gave them no time to sort out and adjust their thoughts. In the end, the chaos only grew more chaotic, and the panic more panicked. Even with the generals of each division struggling to suppress it, they