It had taken Qing Chen no more than an hour to slay Ma Kui.
He did not stop, for there were still twenty to thirty thousand routed soldiers to deal with.
Below, tens of thousands of defeated troops were still fleeing, some gathering in groups of three or five to make a stubborn last stand, others using the terrain to hide and lay ambushes, like a hundred-legged insect that would not stop twitching even in death.
He knew full well that unless he seized this opportunity to crush these remaining forces completely, they would become a scourge once they returned to Miaochong Prefecture City.
The [Black Demon Blood Armor] had drunk its fill of Dharma Nascent Soul qi and blood, and the bloody light flowing across its surface grew still more intense, almost dripping blood;
The [Pojun Battle Halberd] had absorbed superior divine souls and blood resentment, radiating a heart-palpitating aura of savage malice as it underwent some kind of transformation.
Qing Chen stood at the prow of the Giant Whale Treasure Ship, his voice piercingly cold as it cut through the clamor of the battlefield and reached every fleeing soldier's ears:
"Ma Kui is dead! His head is here! Will you still follow him to the grave? Run, and you still have a chance to live!"
That cold shout rang out like ice falling from the nine heavens, clearly drowning out all the din of the battlefield.
Before his words had faded, he reached out and grasped at the air, and Ma Kui's head flew into his hand.
Its beard and hair bristled like halberds, its eyes bulged wide, and utter unwillingness and terror were frozen upon its face. Wisps of spiritual energy dispersed from its severed neck, making it a ghastly sight.
Without hesitation, Qing Chen channeled his