The imposing presence shattered the stubborn ramparts, a million-year lifespan unlocking immortal scriptures.

At the thought of such a terrifying possibility, both men felt their bodies go limp. Cold sweat broke out across their backs in an instant, and they could barely keep their feet.

These two immortal masters were their only hope of holding back Zhao Cheng and the Blood-Clad Army—the last life-saving straw in the hands of drowning men.

Once they lost them, all they could do was sit and await death.

After the disastrous defeat where eighty thousand allied soldiers had surrounded and tried to kill ten thousand Blood-Clad Army troops, only to be hunted down by them instead, the two of them now possessed an incomparably profound—even bone-deep—understanding of the Blood-Clad Army's strength.

They knew perfectly well that the current Wei-Qi Allied Army did not need Zhao Cheng to act personally, nor did it even require all thirty thousand Blood-Clad Army troops to mobilize.

Those ten thousand who had chased them before—no, perhaps only five thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers—could easily breach Chenliu City and slaughter every remaining Wei-Qi remnant soldier.

After their crushing defeat in the previous battle, the allied soldiers had long since been scared out of their wits, utterly devoid of fighting spirit.

They stood listlessly, their eyes unfocused, nearly too weak even to grip their weapons.

Under such circumstances, the sudden disappearance of the two immortal masters was no different from casting them straight onto a road of death.

They could neither fight nor flee. This was the true end of the road!

"Immortal Masters! Immortal Master Yang! Immortal Master Yan! Stop joking around! This isn't funny!"

Wiping the ceaseless cold sweat from his brow, Wei Bai called into the empty space around the city wall, his voice trembling beyond recognition.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhonglian bent at the waist and clasped his hands toward every direction along