In truth, he was in poor condition.
A mere two hours or so of recovery had scarcely improved matters for a seriously wounded Nascent Soul True Lord. It was better than nothing.
Thus, the moment Li Wenbi stirred his true essence, tearing pain shot through his meridians and Nascent Soul. A metallic sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out another mouthful of stagnant blood. His body swayed, and only a small portion of the Azure Radiance Sword lit up.
The successive bitter battles had already exhausted his mental strength.
A Nascent Soul True Lord was powerful, but forcing himself to kill these five thousand troops under such circumstances would likely only heap snow upon the frost of his injuries.
At this, Qing Chen glanced back at Li Wenbi and thought, After this battle, this dark-faced old man's righteous rules will probably be close to condensing into a wisp. Truly, fortune leans upon misfortune, and misfortune lurks within fortune.
The ways of rules really do take countless forms, encompassing everything, with no shortage of wonders. To think these righteous rules are connected to the allegiance of the people and whether these ants live or die. How strange, how peculiar.
Just as Qing Chen watched coldly, a cruel smile appeared on Wu Hun's face, and the five thousand Southern Yue cultivators were about to surge forward-
"Wooo-wooo-wooo-"
Deep, desolate war horns, laden with iron-blooded slaughter, sounded without warning beyond the distant mountains!
At first, they resembled rolling thunder, then swiftly grew clear and resounding, one blast following another without end, as though a thousand war drums were beating together!
Immediately afterward, the grass, trees, and forests on the ground began to tremble and sway.
It was not too violent at first, but in the blink of an eye, large numbers