Chen Ye stood firmly with his saber on the riverbank shallows, the imposing aura of his recent slaughter of Ruobaluoneng still lingering on him.
Taking advantage of the gap where no one dared to step forward, he slowly adjusted his breathing, trying his best to recover his stamina.
At this moment, behind him, the Servant Soldiers had been scared out of their wits, plunging into the river one by one and swimming desperately for the opposite bank.
The scattered routed soldiers on the battlefield saw a sliver of survival here as well, surging over and joining Su Guang and the others in jumping into the river water.
In the span of a short while, the wide surface of the Qingcang River behind him was packed with figures.
Had it not been for Zhuang Chaoyang and the others wearing headscarves, it would have been impossible to tell the factions apart.
Seeing that those routed soldiers were all crossing the river, the Heavy Martial Pavilion Gate Soldiers did not hesitate, immediately giving chase.
Yet, wary of Chen Ye, the Gate Soldiers charging at the very front did not dare to get too close, only shouting from afar with the intent to trap him through sheer numbers.
Chen Ye had already recovered a fraction of his strength by now, suddenly turning and launching a thrust that hacked down two of the Gate Soldiers who had chased closest.
The rest of the crowd was terrified, retreating again and again.
Chen Ye did not pursue deeply, turning around and retreating toward the riverbank.
He was not in a rush to escape immediately, fighting while retreating instead to maintain deterrence.
In this manner, the Heavy Martial Pavilion Gate Soldiers were led around by the nose.
They dared neither chase too close nor let him go, forced