He looked back at the cliff, that fifty-meter-high precipice, knowing as a cultivator, jumping down might not necessarily be fatal.
But the problem was, the bottom of the cliff wasn't absolutely safe either; Yipa cavalry were still roving below, and having exhausted his magic leaping down, he'd almost have no magic left to escape. Without magic, he was no match for the Yipa cavalry.
In the throes of despair, he gazed toward the horizon, surprisingly spotting dense black silhouettes familiar to him on the ridge—that was the Dongsheng army's air fleet.
"General, reinforcements are here, we've held on!" An officer saw the scene, too, and shouted excitedly.
"They've finally come, but... isn't it too late?"
Jiuyun Shuang pondered, an inexplicable feeling of exhaustion sweeping over him, and in that instant, he released the True Qi protecting his body, rendered momentarily dazed.
