"Priest, this is bad! We must go!"
The barbarian guards beside Priest Tie Ying all saw that things were going badly. They hurriedly gathered around him and retreated.
Tie Ying's aged face was also filled with shock. Through his ghost eagle watching the battle from above, he could clearly see the young Daoist charging straight into the battle formation with his sword. Wherever the sword light passed, he cut men down like grass, slaughtering their most elite vanguard until it broke.
With such swordsmanship and martial prowess, could he be a Third Rank human expert?!
Tie Ying could not quite make sense of it, which frightened him all the more. Yet he still rejected his guards' suggestion.
He could not simply retreat. The vanguard had collapsed, and although the central army and rear ranks were badly affected, they had not truly broken yet.
Tie Chui and Tie Shan were dead. If he retreated in panic, the men's hearts would surely fall into chaos.
They had the advantage of numbers. If they resisted to the death, they could still fight. If everyone thought only of escaping, the entire army would inevitably be wiped out!
As the priest, Tie Ying was the supreme commander of this hastily assembled army. He also had to take responsibility for it.
If he fled back alone, how could he face the tribal chiefs? How could he face the high priest?
At this critical moment, Tie Ying's mind instead became exceptionally clear. He pushed aside two guards and raised the Four Aspects Wooden Staff high, silently reciting an incantation before finally biting the tip of his tongue and spraying a mouthful of blood onto the staff.
The Ox Incantation on the wooden staff activated, and a black ox with pointed horns appeared above the barbarians.
The black