Chapter 134

Despite the vast number of soldiers under Yan Ke’s command, they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in Beilie’s eyes. The dadao in his hand whistled as he swung it with ferocious power. Wherever the blade’s energy swept, the soldiers’ steel swords were snapped like dry straw, and their armor was sliced open as if it were mere paper. Cries of agony erupted one after another; the soldiers fell into a chaotic panic, firing their weapons blindly and accidentally felling their own men in a massive display of friendly fire. Yan Ke, his blood boiling with rage, realized that if he kept hiding, defeat was inevitable. He signaled to his trusted subordinate, who immediately understood and lunged at Beilie from the flank.