The wind eased a little, but that did nothing to stop the fire, which had long since begun rolling like clouds. The camp, provisions, timber, and the reeds and willows beside Fallen Dragon Shoal had all been set ablaze.
Now, at this point, if certain things were set aside and the situation considered purely rationally, this did not seem capable of directly producing certain consequences. After all, although the Dongyi had lost their camp, they still held an absolute advantage in troop numbers, and substantial numbers of their soldiers had even put on armor before the fighting began.
Moreover, their high-end fighting strength had suffered little loss.
By comparison, the attacking Dengzhou army had marched a long way. Under these circumstances, a chaotic battle between the two sides might not necessarily have settled anything.
But what happened in reality?
In reality, the Dongyi collapsed utterly.
Soldiers trampled one another, scrambling to get ahead. The rolling flames repeatedly swept fleeing men into the sea of fire. Before the stampede and the blaze, junior officers who had not reached Condensing the Core were like clay chickens and tile dogs, utterly incapable of protecting themselves. Even the experts who had condensed their cores could only turn and flee before the tongues of flame and routed soldiers, without even choosing their paths.
Amid battle cries and the crackle of flames devouring timber, Bai Yousi, who actually had bloodstains on her, stood atop the watchtower in front of what had been the central command camp, searching the surroundings for something, utterly disregarding the fire already burning through the tower's lower levels.
Suddenly, she turned toward a burning side room. As its roof collapsed, throwing up a shower of sparks, a streak of red light shot toward her from behind.
Bai Yousi did not move a