In the night, the autumn wind rolled on, carrying the stench of blood everywhere.
Han Erlang had encountered an extraordinary opportunity after reaching adulthood and established his foundation anew. His cultivation had then advanced by leaps and bounds, and shortly after the Exorcising the Dragon Gang brought down the Wind-Swallowing Lord, he successfully condensed his core. Yet he had grown accustomed to his old farmer's ways, and even condensing his core could not change that... In the darkness, sword in hand, he hid in a waist-deep ditch in the fields, pressed motionless against the earth like a corpse. When a shouting Great Ying officer rode within five or six paces of him, he suddenly sprang out. Radiance flared from his sword, and his surprise attack stabbed the man straight off his horse!
The sword entered beneath the armpit, killing the Great Ying officer on the spot. By the light of that sword stroke, the nearby Exorcising the Dragon Army soldiers gave an almost simultaneous cry of "Kill!" and immediately joined the hunt for the officer's subordinates.
Clearly, this was not the first time this had happened tonight.
In fact, by the latter half of the night, Han Erlang had personally killed thirty or forty men, including quite a few officers. These small, localized encirclements had succeeded three to five times-enough to change the course of a battle involving two or three thousand men.
Even so, the Exorcising the Dragon Army had still failed to establish an advantage. Han Erlang, who had laughed aloud earlier, could no longer laugh.
Yes, Wang Laowu had successfully circled behind the enemy. He had set fire to the Great Ying army's hastily erected, half-finished camp from the east. This had undoubtedly plunged the Great Ying troops fighting in the open ground ahead into hesitation and