Yu Da woodenly accepted the order, then charged into the enemy ranks.
He only wanted to kill a few more enemies with his martial skills, so their soldiers would suffer fewer casualties.
Battle cries, screams, agonized wails, and the clash of metal mingled together, making the battlefield especially brutal.
The only thing that comforted Yu Da was that Li Lie had intercepted Lei Zhenzi, and neither could gain victory any time soon. His own fifth brother, Yu De, cultivated immortality and could cast spells to afflict enemy troops with pox. He had been rather worried that the birdman possessed similar magic arts. Someone who could summon wind and rain would be difficult to handle. To his surprise, Lei Zhenzi showed some restraint and still fought with mortal martial skills.
In truth, Lei Zhenzi had grievances he could not voice. After finally encountering an immortal cultivator, he had wanted to use his Wind-and-Thunder Wings to capture Ao Lie outright and send him back to the West Sea Dragon Palace to answer for his crimes, bringing the West Sea Dragon King, who already favored Xiqi, fully over to their side.
But he had barely exerted himself during the attack on Sishui Pass and had noticed nothing. Now, when he tried to use his spells, he discovered that his dharma power circulated sluggishly. Ao Lie's cultivation was clearly pitiful, yet by relying on his Dragon Tribe physique and martial techniques, he managed to hold his own at three-to-seven odds. Lei Zhenzi really could do nothing about him for the moment.
Yu Da unleashed himself, killing until he was drenched in blood. Gradually, he sensed that the Zhou Army was losing ground, far from its earlier composure, when it had sat as securely as a fisherman on his platform. They were in the Great