Alongside the large ship were countless small boats, heaped with dry vegetation. Once lit by the Xiqi Soldiers, the boats were left to drift with the current, colliding against the wooden bridge on the surface of the water.
"Quick, move faster!"
"The Luo River is naturally formidable, and bridges difficult to build," they exclaimed, "once the bridge is burned, the Sheng people will be trapped to death on the East Bank!"
Assistant General Meng Dayi urged in a hushed voice, "Quick!"
Aboard the large ship.
A West Qi cultivator rose into the air, flew directly above the bridge, and with hands forming seals, a fireball appeared before him, ready to ignite the bridge first and foremost.
"Buzz—"
But at that moment.
A blade made of congealed frost came spinning and flying towards him.
The West Qi cultivator was startled and hurriedly smashed the fireball towards it.
The two spells collided, cancelling each other out.
