Suo Ling gripped the hilt in his hand, a little at a loss.
"The performance's over."
He was clearly no match for Xing Luo's army, yet he was still forcing himself to fight? Unless this was all an act, and they had planned to lure the enemy in before capturing their leader. Otherwise, only someone with something wrong in his head would lack such basic judgment and fail to realize they were outmatched...
Mu Rong spoke calmly to the three of them:
"Listen. Follow Demon Blade's lead. Do whatever he does."
"Staying alive comes first. Everything else is fake."
Suo Ling nodded, then warily scanned their surroundings.
Soon, the flat valley filled with the enemy's troops.
Xing Luo's heavy armored soldiers appeared once more. They were still the same black-armored, iron-clad warriors, their murderous aura overwhelming.
"Charge!"
Ge Long led the way, his blade aimed straight at the enemy ranks as he charged in first.
"Kill those bastards!"
"Kill them!"
The three great armies of the Celestial Empire surged forward like a flood, roaring as they rushed to meet the enemy.
The two sides crashed together across the broad plain!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The clash of weapons, the terrible crunch of shattered armor, the mournful cries of the fallen, the soldiers' furious shouts—all merged in an instant into a bloody symphony of battle.
Xing Luo's heavy armored soldiers' combat strength was terrifying. They were like razor-sharp blades, easily tearing through the Celestial Empire's fragile vanguard.
The battlefield was a scene of utter chaos.
The Celestial Empire's soldiers had been divided into seventy camps. Their formations were already collapsing.
"Retreat! Hurry, retreat! We can't hold them!"
Someone shouted first, and panic spread like a plague.
Ge Long led the troops in a frantic charge through the enemy ranks, seemingly brave and