It was like a heavy wagon knocking someone down, then rolling straight over them... Brutal, savage, and utterly merciless!
In a place like this, Tang Changsheng found the Netherworld Sacred Coin truly useful. It struck with tremendous force while costing little to use.
He unleashed it again. As the Netherworld Sacred Coin spun through the air, it kept expanding, sucking in the unclaimed Yin Energy and Killing Intent around it like a whirlpool. It swelled to a hundred feet across, then crashed down on another legion like a small mountain.
Boom! A mushroom cloud seemed to rise. The entire legion scattered in disarray and was swiftly crushed by the attacks that followed.
In a matter of moments, two legions had been routed. Their fleeing soldiers were driven in every direction, causing even greater chaos.
Panic spread through the basin once more.
At the sight, Argus's eyes nearly split with rage!
He had pushed himself to the limit and reached the Third Divine Temple a step ahead of the City God's Ghost Army. But that lead amounted to no more than a moment...
To make haste, he had even left two heavy infantry legions behind on the road.
Yet almost as soon as Argus's forces arrived, so did the Lower River Ghost Soldiers led by Tang Changsheng.
Before Argus could even organize his legions, the Lower River Ghost Soldiers launched an attack like a raging storm.
In mere moments, two legions had been thrown into disorder. Routed soldiers were driven across the battlefield, sowing still more chaos and making it even harder for Argus to muster his troops.
Argus had spent his whole life at war. Even after becoming a Warrior Spirit, he had campaigned in every direction. His instincts told him the danger at once. If he could not stop