On the other side, on the battlefield.
Song Changming was like a bulldozer, pushing through with his troops, sweeping across the eastern battle zone, rapidly devouring the Fifth Army's front line.
Even without using his saber, his fists and kicks were as hefty as mountains, and any clash or collision was enough to 'kill in battle' the soldiers of the Fifth Army.
"Damn it!"
Every soldier in the Fifth Army, be it squad leaders, centurions, or even those at the General Level, could barely withstand the sharpness exhibited by Song Changming.
They had their blood bars shattered, and despite their unwillingness, they could no longer stop Song Changming's advancing steps, leaving the battle in frustration.
"Isn't this a bit too conspicuous..." After once more kicking away an enemy general, Song Changming suddenly had this thought.
