"Kill!"
The nine people behind the middle-aged man immediately sprang into action.
Though they were few in number, they were all terrifying late-stage Primordial Chaos True Monarchs, far stronger than the Summer Palace Warriors.
The battle had only just begun when several Summer Palace Warriors were brutally slain on the spot.
Qin Shaofeng's expression changed.
He saw that the corpses of those slain Summer Palace Warriors actually dissipated, as though they had never been real humans to begin with.
His brows drew tightly together.
Did the Summer Palace truly exist, or was it merely something akin to an illusion?
How could the corpse of a living person vanish after death?
"Warriors, form the formation!"
General Yan's expression changed drastically as well.
The Summer Palace Warriors under his command had only just finished setting up their formation and had yet to truly prepare for close combat.
Caught by such sudden close-quarters fighting, they had not the slightest preparation.
Though not many warriors had died in that first exchange, it still pained him deeply.
Ever since the Summer Palace had been destroyed,
the only Summer Palace Warriors left here were these people. Every death meant one fewer.
General Yan swept his golden maces horizontally.
His figure flickered, and he had already arrived before the middle-aged man.
"Dragon Slaying Mace!"
Amid General Yan's shout, the pair of golden maces seemed to transform into two serpent tails. Front, back, left, or right—any threat General Yan wished to attack could be struck merely by a slight shift in the strength of his hands.
This level of martial skill nearly made Qin Shaofeng's eyes pop out of their sockets.
The mace technique General Yan displayed swung dozens of times in almost an instant.
Every martial skill Qin Shaofeng knew was powerful, but if he truly had