Huang Lie's knuckles cracked.
His eyes were wild as he watched the scene unfold on the front lines.
Only one voice remained in his mind, echoing over and over—
It's over! It's completely over!
He collapsed to the ground as if utterly spent, panting like an ox. At some point, beads of sweat had appeared all over his forehead.
"My lord—my lord—"
"Report, my lord—"
One panicked, worried voice after another pierced his ears.
"My lord, something terrible has happened. The Heavy Shield Warriors—"
The fifteen or sixteen thousand Heavy Shield Warriors had put immense pressure on Chaoli Pass, and the two sides had traded blows with neither gaining the upper hand. If not for the Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao being slain and their morale falling, they would have had the advantage. But as green light drifted down from the sky, these living puppets with skin of bronze and bones of iron instantly became "living people," mere mortals. Faced with the bloodthirsty enemy troops atop Chaoli Pass, every one of them was terrified out of their wits!
Some Heavy Shield Warriors even fled, and their morale collapsed!
The commanders of the various legions were completely unable to contain the situation.
At this rate, the army was bound to lose!
"My lord, do you have a way to deal with this?"
The Heavy Shield Warriors had been created by Huang Lie himself.
If something had gone wrong, he should have had a way to fix it.
After a long while, Huang Lie slowly came back to his senses.
His gaze at the High Priest of the Martial Gall Totem was venomous!
Who was happiest to see this dramatic turn of events?
Not the defenders, but Shen Tang.
In a very good mood, she cupped her hands around her mouth and