Qin Shaofeng had already descended the moment the Ghost Corpse King retreated.
A member of the Yang Soul Squad abruptly turned around and caught him, then spun around and hurled him toward the Yang Soul Captain outside the battlefield.
For the first time.
For the first time, Qin Shaofeng felt powerless on the battlefield.
The instant the Yang Soul Captain caught him.
The Yang Soul Captain let out a loud shout and led those twenty men in completely protecting him.
"My lord, that Crimson Winged Poison Dragon has already reached its peak. We are no match for it at all. Please allow this subordinate to escort you back to the city with our men!" the Yang Soul Captain shouted loudly.
A person's charisma could often create scenes that left countless people stunned.
This was precisely such a situation.
The Yang Soul Captain had been utterly won over by Qin Shaofeng.
"No! That Crimson Winged Poison Dragon is no longer much of a threat."
Qin Shaofeng landed steadily.
The weakness in his body made his steps somewhat unsteady.
Yet his voice rang out sonorously and forcefully. "I exhausted everything I had to leave a wound on the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon's tail, not to show off for a moment of glory. Have our people keep circling around it. It won't be long before the Crimson Winged Poison Dragon can no longer hold on."
"Ah?"
The Yang Soul Captain was completely stunned.
There was actually another move in reserve?
A Great General was indeed a Great General. Even under such circumstances, he had been able to devise such a response.
Truly...
He was far too admirable!
He no longer harbored the slightest suspicion toward Qin Shaofeng's words.
"Yang Soul members, spare no cost to hold back that Crimson Winged Poison Dragon! Do