Ping Xiao put away his smile and took out a compass from his arms.
The compass immediately soared into the sky, transforming into streaks of flowing light.
The thirty thousand troops, including the three Great Generals leading the way, were unexpectedly trapped within.
General Shan's face changed drastically upon witnessing this scene, not expecting the opponent to use a formation again, and this one seemed more intricate than the last.
"Damn it, we can't let them succeed, follow me inside!"
The Third General, along with the other two Generals, was about to charge into the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
Unexpectedly, as they advanced, the ground churned, and waves of water, accompanied by sand, surged forth.
What was once a drought-stricken land instantly transformed into meandering river paths.
"General, don't be rash!"
