As the vortex of Sword Qi abruptly dispersed, the battlefield changed in an instant, the situation shifting as though day had turned to night.
The Wolf Bandits, nearly suffocated by the crushing pressure moments earlier, now seemed ignited by an invisible force. Their morale surged back like a rising tide.
You'an's all-out sword strike with the Blood Explosion Art had been dazzling and immensely powerful, but it had also exacted a price from him.
His chest heaved as he gasped for breath. Sweat rolled endlessly from his forehead like pearls from a broken string, dripping onto the parched ground and stirring tiny, fleeting ripples of dust.
"Brothers, counterattack! Hold the line! We cannot afford to fail!" You'an forced another breath into his lungs, his voice ringing across the battlefield like a great bell.
Unfortunately, Chen Mu could not understand the Wolf Bandits' language. Still, an amused smile curled his lips. "Hey, chief of the Wolf Bandits, shouting louder doesn't mean you win."
As he spoke, Chen Mu flashed forward, closing in on You'an. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand thrust toward a vital spot, carrying a chilling menace and relentless sharpness.
You'an's gaze hardened. He blocked the strike without pausing his words, shouting again, "Everyone, heed my command! Kill these three, and you will be richly rewarded!"
The Wolf Bandits roared like slumbering beasts fully awakened, surging back toward the three Chen brothers with fury and hunger.
Elsewhere, Nelson looked up. His gaze crossed the swirling fires of battle and met Chen Xiaojun's, who hovered calmly in midair far away.
Their eyes met, and Nelson gave a cold smile.
Then Nelson returned to directing his troops, continually adjusting the Wolf Bandits' offensive tactics. The rhythm of battle rose and fell like the tide, shifting unpredictably.
Under the Guard