Under the combined influence of the disruption and interference from the netherweave spells, coupled with the panic and malice generated by the march of tens of thousands of the dead, the Xiangyang army—despite being the weaker side—gained the upper hand the very moment they clashed with the Mongol Army.
Amid flashing blades, a forest of thrusting spears, surging crowds, and flying flesh and blood, the zone where the two forces met instantly transformed into a bloody meat grinder, with thousands of Mongol soldiers perishing beneath the swords and sabers of the Xiangyang troops.
Even with the cultivation levels of the three of them, strong as the wine was, it could not make them drunk, nor would their caution ever allow them to become intoxicated.
"Call an ambulance," Chen Tingzhi said, looking at Chen Songhe, who had already fallen unconscious, his face ashen and his figure wasting away at a speed visible to the naked eye. He turned his head and spoke to Meng Zhiyu.
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