Rong San saw the situation unfold and urgently said to Yun Shangyuan,
"Prince, they aim to disrupt our formation, then defeat us one by one!"
Yun Shangyuan coldly sneered, "They think such child's play can defeat me? They must be dreaming!
Kill them, kill them all for me, not a single one must be spared!"
"Yes!" Rong Da and Rong San took their orders and immediately joined the chaotic battle.
They charged on horseback through the crowds, and wherever they went, numerous soldiers of Nanjiang Country fell.
Yun Shangyuan scanned the surroundings with a slow gaze and suddenly leaped from his horse, ascending into the air.
The silver spear in his hand quickly spun, emitting blades of silver light.
The light blades were exceedingly sharp, and the soldiers they struck all fell down in response.
In no time, thousands lay dead at Yun Shangyuan's hands, and the soldiers of Yunlong Country's morale surged, driving the soldiers of Nanjiang Country into continuous retreat.
