He might as well have seen a ghost.
Skills attached to crossbows? Never mind seeing such a thing-he had never even heard of it.
The others still had somewhere to retreat, but the Defense Type Beast Tamers at the very front could only steel themselves and watch the rain of arrows fly toward them. Before taking the field, they had known their iron armor offered protection, and that their Beast Pets could withstand all physical attacks. Whether they could endure all the damage, however, was another question.
But once they were actually on the battlefield, watching such a dense rain of arrows bearing skills come their way, they could not adjust their habitual understanding in time.
This was the difference between other armies and the Self-Defense Army. The arrows fell, striking iron armor with a series of metallic dings.
Then the skills erupted, some attacking groups, others striking single targets. Swathes of damage appeared across their bodies. Though not fatal, the sight alone was frightening.
Amid the dense barrage of skills, some were lucky and took fewer hits, but others were less fortunate. They were swallowed outright by the skills and killed before they could even scream. The horror sent their nearby comrades stumbling backward in fright.
The Cangling Kingdom's army had already fallen into panic. How could the defending general have anticipated this collective reaction? He roared, "No retreat! Nobody retreats!"
But his voice drowned in the uproar.
The Self-Defense Army immediately nocked more arrows and began its second volley.
When the second volley arrived, the entire wall descended into even greater chaos.
Some turned and started running. Panic immediately spread. Hearing the cries to flee for their lives, even men the arrows had never reached began hearing enemies in every gust of wind and crane's cry, wheeling around