As we fought and retreated, Marshal Feng managed to push into my central position within an hour. Just as he was riding high on his success, he saw me—previously fleeing in a panic—turn around calmly to face him.
When I turned, he sensed something was wrong. Suddenly, millions of people appeared behind me, which gave Marshal Feng quite a shock. In truth, those millions were all captives. I had invited them to watch how this Holy Son would wipe out the Feng Imperial Dynasty’s 200,000-plus Houtian Martial Artists. They had happily agreed to spectate. But to Marshal Feng, it was a different story. With millions standing behind me, even he wasn't arrogant enough to think his 200,000 men could prevail. He decisively ordered a retreat.
It was only as they fell back that they realized their path had been cut off. The soldiers I had earlier sent fleeing had turned around to seal their escape route. Furthermore, the city gates and the areas flanking them were packed with my troops. Anyone trying to pass through would undoubtedly be skewered like a beehive. Without the speed of a cavalry charge, they were no better than infantry.
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