When the leader from the Heaven Realm saw people fleeing, he cursed at the top of his lungs in fury. Organizing his men for an attack was already impossible.
His own attacks could not breach the enemy's Defensive Array Formation at all. Watching his forces collapse like a crumbling mountain, he wanted to weep but had no tears.
The battle had barely begun, yet it was already ending like this. He could not accept it. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed Sword Formations one after another into the opposing ranks.
Unfortunately, their defenses were too strong, and his attacks had no effect whatsoever. When he turned to look back again, his troops had already fled without a trace.
They had abandoned their dead and wounded comrades scattered across the ground, and even he had taken several heavy blows. If he did not flee now, what was he waiting for?
But he was too late. A huge palm descended from the sky and slammed him hard into the ground.
He tried to struggle to his feet and escape, but suddenly felt his soul being dragged by a powerful force into darkness.
Horrified, he immediately shouted in rage, "I am a heavenly general! Whoever dares touch me will face the wrath of the Heavenly Court!"
"Heh, I've already caught you. What can you do about it?" Wenlong sneered, forcibly dragging his soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
Everyone in the Heavenly Court's ranks who could flee had fled. They left corpses strewn across the ground, along with wounded men howling in pain.
There was no pity on Wenlong's face. For those whose injuries were too severe, he helped send them on their final journey home.
He spared seven whose injuries were less serious and dragged all their souls into the Ten Thousand