By the Eastern Division's camp, Duan Xiuchen stood on the battlefield with his head tilted up toward the sky, his expression helpless.
The tide had turned beyond recovery!
How had things gradually developed to this point?
Before the martial exercise, the Southern and Western Divisions had regarded only each other as rivals. Neither had taken the Eastern Division seriously. Especially after confirming the Eastern Division's fragile lineup, the cultivators of both divisions had felt that this martial exercise would merely be another occasion for the Eastern Division to make up the numbers.
Yet this Eastern Division, which had appeared so fragile as to be incapable of withstanding a single blow, had somehow left even the combined Southern and Western Divisions powerless to resist, beating them until they had no temper left to lose.
At the root of it all, they had underestimated their enemy too much.
Had the two divisions joined forces from the very beginning and done everything in their power to suppress the Eastern Division, then no matter what, the Eastern Division could not have achieved such results.
Of course, their enemies had also been too cunning. At first, they had hidden their strength without revealing a trace, only to unleash all manner of methods midway through the martial exercise, leaving them unable to cope.
At present, only he remained alone on this side. Though eight of the Eastern Division's nine members appeared to be spent arrows at the end of their flight, they still held an enormous advantage in terrain. And then there was Lu Ye, whose strength seemingly surpassed even his own...
Duan Xiuchen knew that he no longer had the power to turn the tide.
Still, he could not quite accept it!
Lu Ye stepped forward, raising his saber in invitation. "Come!"
Duan Xiuchen lowered