Ding Tiannian said nothing. The mechanical chariots turned around, leading the pack of Mechanical Lions back to the right flank.
He Bao grinned as he rubbed his bald head. "Whether there are demons or not, military law and rules cannot be broken. Those little brats under me haven't fought in a long time—they're getting rusty. I need to keep them sharp. I'm leaving too."
Riding a half-demon rhinoceros, He Bao bounced away.
Feng Anling turned his head and looked deeply at the rear army's general, Silent Sword Ren Shihao.
Ren Shihao gave a slight nod, turned his horse around, and returned to the rear army.
Feng Anling watched Li Qingxian's retreating back before returning to the central army's main force.
The five armies of the Mo Blade Army were like the five fingers of a hand, spread across different positions as they slowly advanced.
Li Qingxian looked up at the Seeking Immortal Bees in the sky, his expression calm. Then he turned to look toward the Great River.
On the banks of the Great River, thirty thousand Elephant King Army soldiers guarded the beachhead and successfully received Tree-Horn King onto land.
Before either side could celebrate, warning cries rang out.
Everyone looked eastward and saw a force racing toward them, stopping more than twenty li away.
Great banners rose one after another, most embroidered with similar words.
Northern Garrison.
Chen.
"Prepare for battle!"
"Damn it, it's the Marshal Army!"
"Could Chen Yingyang have come in person? I heard his martial technique has reached Beyond-Rank."
"Chen Yingyang isn't here. It's his godson, Zhu Jue."
"Then there's nothing to fear. Brothers of the Elephant King Army, please hold the line for a while. Our Deer King Army will land immediately!"
"They don't seem to dare attack..."
"They haven't moved. Looks like they