The heavy Mystical Iron Spear in his hand created a howling wind as he wielded it.
Behind him, Xue Ou led the soldiers from the Yao Wu Camp and joined the battle.
"Stop them for me, don't let a single one escape!"
Yang Zhenshan shouted loudly.
"The military is here, run for your lives!"
Jianghu Martial Artists who were trying to profit from the chaos on the battlefield started yelling and scattering in all directions.
The followers of Tianquan Star Hall also saw the bad turn of events and prepared to slip away.
On the outskirts of the battlefield, Cui Kai, who was originally tending to his wounds, realized upon seeing the endless stream of Yao Wu Camp soldiers that there was no way he could fulfill the Sect Leader's command today.
Cui Kai shook his numb arm and growled deeply: "Go!"
"Hall Master, you go first!" Deng Maoqi, with good intentions, tried to let Cui Kai retreat first.
However, his call for the Hall Master caught Yang Zhenshan's attention.
