"Run... Run now!" Xiong Lie's eyelids twitched violently. Without hesitation, he led his 300,000 confidants in a flight towards another direction, his movement technique pushed to its extreme, leaving a trail of afterimages.
"You all stay back and hold off the Qin army!"
If one were to speak of someone ruthless, it would have to be Zheng Guiqiong. Even before fleeing for his life, he ordered his confidants to remain behind as rearguards.
Facing soldiers of the Desert Long Army, battle-hardened warriors who had journeyed thousands of miles and slain countless foes, were they not sending these men to their deaths?
"Yes, sir!"
Yet, these 500,000 confidants were all deathly loyal. Despite knowing they trod a path of certain death, they did not hesitate for a moment, rallying their army souls and charging towards the Desert Long Army. They exuded an aura of embracing death!
