Li Chun was already traumatized by Bai Xiaowen.
During the last battle at Ironblood Cliff, the Netherdemon Army under his command had failed to coordinate its Spirit Force at the critical moment. He had been forced to sacrifice dozens of soldiers in self-destructing explosions just to buy room for his side to retreat.
Afterward, Li Chun had gone over the battle again and again. He still could not believe Lu Wang had the ability to counter the Netherdemon Army. The only explanation he could accept was that Lu Wang happened to possess some precious magic-suppressing talisman that had disrupted the army's Spirit Force resonance, leaving it unable to coordinate and reducing it to a scattered mob.
But now...
The same thing had happened again!
Li Chun was no fool. Of course he could tell this was an ability Bai Xiaowen possessed.
Was it a class skill? A combat skill? Or perhaps a bloodline ability?
Li Chun's thoughts were in chaos. Last time, he had been able to sacrifice a small part of the Netherdemon Army to secure a retreat. Now they were caught between attacks from the front and rear, with enemies supporting them from both ridges. A vast encirclement had already formed! Even if he steeled himself and ordered some soldiers to self-destruct, there was nowhere to run.
Beneath a great banner bearing the character Lü, Bai Xiaowen appeared atop a high hill, riding the giant wolf Rageclaw. A mask as thin as a cicada's wing covered his face. It was so fine and soft that even the slightest change in his expression showed through it.
With the Tier Suppression effect of Death God's Visage, Bai Xiaowen had successfully disrupted the Netherdemon Army's coordinated attacks.
Yun Zhongli and Zhao Wuji, the commanders of A-Banner and B-Banner, threw everything they