The dozen or so soldiers remaining at his side had all fought their way through battlefields. They had long since grown indifferent to life and death.
After all, anyone who returned alive from the battlefield had basically crawled out of a mountain of corpses. They were not afraid of the dead, and they had come prepared. When besieging a single person, casualties were normal. But they had never imagined that the young man before them would merely shout, spew a wall of flames from his mouth, and swallow their army of tens of thousands, reducing it to nothing.
What had happened terrified them beyond measure, and the weapons they had been gripping tightly slipped from their hands and fell to the ground.
To them, their armor, which was usually not all that heavy, now felt unbearably burdensome. Their legs trembled uncontrollably.
For soldiers, weapons were their lives. On the battlefield, it was impossible to cast aside one's weapon, because that was no different from throwing away one's life.
Yet the dozen or so survivors before him were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, all their weapons clattering down beside them.
They trembled so badly that they could not utter a word. Sweat rolled down from some of their foreheads, while a yellow liquid slowly seeped from between their legs. These elite troops, who normally considered themselves formidable, had actually been scared into wetting themselves.
Uchiha Madara's casual display not only stunned Su Yang before him, but also Bai Ling'er behind him. She had never expected this young man to be so terrifyingly powerful.
She had even prepared herself to die here with him. Yet what had just happened was so unbelievable that she could hardly accept it. Was this something a human could do?
But she was not