At the main battlefield of Wind-Splitting Gorge, darkness shrouded heaven and earth.
The ghastly green ghost clouds that had originally hung over the Miaochong Prefecture army;
now writhed and churned violently like a leaking wineskin, their light dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The power sustaining the entire battle formation was being rapidly drawn away from deep within the earth veins;
as though this land had utterly abandoned them.
Their fortune dispersed faster and faster, and they could almost feel some invisible barrier collapsing.
"General! The left wing... the left wing is finished! Commander Wang... he died in battle!" A blood-covered personal guard staggered over.
Before Ma Kui could react, another streak of escape light crashed wretchedly to the ground.
A Golden Core commandant who had lost an arm endured the agony and shouted hoarsely:
"The central army has been pierced! That bastard Lin Changsheng killed Deputy General Wu with one stroke! We can't hold them, General! Retreat!"
Ma Kui surveyed his surroundings, his eyes scarlet, their corners stretched to bursting, as though blood might drip from them.
The once-vast military formation was now riddled with holes, its killing intent scattered.
Every cultivator under his command wore a terrified expression. Morale had utterly collapsed.
The conscripted lineage cultivators and rogue cultivators had long since lost their will to fight, scattering like headless flies;
only to be reaped in swathes like grass by the veteran Demon Lotus Sect soldiers under Qing Chen, whose coordination was seamless and whose nature was slaughter.
An army's defeat came like a collapsing mountain.
"Qing Chen!!!"
An unwilling roar tore from the depths of Ma Kui's throat, hatred surging sky-high in his heart.
But greater still was an icy fear.
It was over. Everything was over.
*An army of forty thousand had truly