The famous general of the Sixth Layer Heaven, commander of the hundred thousand-strong allied forces of the Western Regions, Helian Jieshan's head was severed, and Li Guanyi's tightly wound nerves finally relaxed, followed immediately by an indescribable immense fatigue, like a tide catching Li Guanyi.
But correspondingly—
The morale of the surrounding Western allied troops almost instantly collapsed, the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd in Li Guanyi's hand disappeared, he grasped a long spear, with a thrust, Helian Jieshan's head was lifted and fell into his hand, the renowned general's face still full of unwillingness, tiger eyes glaring angrily.
Li Guanyi understood his discontent.
If it weren't for the internal chaos among these hundred thousand men, if it weren't for Li Zhaowen's assistance with the battle formation, if it weren't for the Xuanjia Army, not for Qibi Li and Fan Qing, if not for Li Guanyi.
Helian Jieshan would never have been slain among the great army.
