And Black Gold Mountain is merely forty-five li away from his central army.
He is now unable to regroup the army no matter what.
The likely outcome is being defeated piecemeal by the Yan State Giant Spirit!
Just when Xia Longxiang was desperately suppressing his panic and anxiety, he noticed a thunderous rumble from the rear of his army formation.
The ground thirty li behind was cracking open.
Numerous robust stone people emerged from the soil.
They numbered over three hundred thousand, in a loose yet firm formation, blocking the rear of the Xuanwu Army completely.
"Junmen!"
It was Qin Zhao Mei, assistant general of Xia Longxiang's central army, who was visibly shocked by what he saw, his face turning pale and looking anxiously at Xia Longxiang.
"What should we do now? We are surrounded front and back, and the army is scattered over three hundred li to the north and south, likely to be defeated one by one by the Giant Spirit."
"Why panic?"
