This Formation Duel lasted from noon until sunset.
Even though he was sending his men to their deaths, Jiang Ziya had no intention of stopping. Wen Zhong was naturally happy to oblige.
Cries of battle rang endlessly within the great formation. The Formation Duel was not yet over, and everyone awaited the outcome.
"Sound the gong and withdraw."
Seeing that they were about to win the Formation Duel, Zi Shou hurriedly addressed the Messenger beside him.
"Huh?"
The Messenger froze, unable to process the order. Their side clearly held an overwhelming advantage, so why sound the retreat? He could barely keep hold of the Bronze Gong in his hands.
Sounding the retreat meant striking a bronze gong, a narrow, elongated bronze instrument shaped like a bell. Its sound was clear and piercing, consisting of high-frequency sound waves with short wavelengths. The shorter the wavelength, the farther it traveled, so its ringing carried a great distance.
"You dare disobey my orders?"
Seeing the Messenger stand there motionless for so long, Zi Shou snatched the Bronze Handle from his hands and hammered wildly at the great gong.
The gong's ringing spread in all directions, but there was not the slightest response from within the formation.
Although the ten thousand soldiers had gained complete control of the situation after forming the array, they had little advantage in numbers. With Jiang Ziya feeding lives into the formation as sacrifices and every Zhou soldier fighting without regard for his life, even the formidable Eight Gates Formation could not slaughter them all in a short time.
Thus, the soldiers of both armies had worked themselves into a killing frenzy, trapped deep within the formation, unable to hear an ordinary gong outside. After all, an immortal formation did not play by the rules of physics.
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