Woo!
Woo!
Fierce winds sweep through, battle banners snap in half.
The surging fire, driven by the fierce winds, engulfs everything like tidal waves. Be they camps or tents, all are reduced to ashes.
The Huns know not the number of the enemy and are panicked. Many even retreat subconsciously.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Li Jing, wielding the Overlord Long Spear, is like an unleashed ferocious tiger, leaving behind a trail of blood and stench wherever he goes.
"Kill!"
"The Immortal is mighty!"
Guo Nuan and others, upon seeing Li Jing's ferocity, can't help but be invigorated.
Their speed and strength in the attack greatly increase, while the Huns experience the complete opposite.
Many have their morale drained, unable to conceal their fear, faces turning pale.
"Devil!"
"Devil!"
"This Taoist must certainly be a devil!"
The already chaotic camp is thrown further into disarray by Li Jing's assault. Even leaders adorned with feather headdresses are slain in their numbers.
