In barely a dozen exchanges, Zhao Feng had fought three Demonic Dao Astral Force experts alone and killed them all, utterly exceeding He Guang's expectations.
"Impossible!" He stared, dumbstruck.
"Lord He, surrender!" Yu Zhiyong said with a hearty laugh.
"I refuse to believe it! Great Liang mobilized tens of thousands of troops from the Right Grand Camp to wipe out the Eastern Route Army in this deathtrap! We have heaven's favor, the terrain, and the men. I refuse to believe you can overturn it all! You're merely putting up a desperate front!"
He Guang's expression turned vicious. He still had five thousand soldiers here, and he would not concede defeat! As long as he crushed Zhao Feng and these Martial Suppression Guards, he could still turn the tables!
"Kill!"
He retreated into his army and gave the order. His five thousand troops charged like madmen, struggling at death's door, determined to tear the net even if the fish died.
Their battle cries made the cliff walls hum. This was their final chance.
Yue Lang, Jiang Chen, Luo Xiong, Mu Xingze, Xie Qiu, and the others led the Martial Suppression Guards to meet them.
They had all reached the peak of Pill Embracement and were burning to win merit and make their names.
Yue Lang struck first. The long saber at his waist flashed from its sheath, its cold gleam cleaving the wind as he lunged at the rebel general wielding a long saber on the left. The general grinned savagely and raised his weapon to block. With a sharp clang, the web of his hand split, and his saber nearly flew from his grip. Yue Lang spun with the momentum, his saber suddenly turning heavy as it chopped diagonally downward. The general hastily raised his saber again, only for the