"Monster! What kind of monster is this..."
The soldiers in the frontline were anxious and panicked, clinging tightly to their spears as if they were holding on to a lifeline.
But the anticipated clash did not occur:
"Swoosh!"
At the very last moment before the collision, Zhang Yao leaped into the air directly, soaring more than a dozen feet high, his figure as graceful as a crane.
He lightly tapped with his toes, stepping on the heads and shoulders of the soldiers as he dashed towards the central military tent. Amidst his fluttering sleeves, his expression remained leisurely and composed, indescribably relaxed and free.
"Attack! Kill him quickly!"
"Kill this monster!"
"Oh my heavens..."
Roars, shouts, and panicked screams mixed together in a chaos, as Zhang Yao passed through, causing immense disorder in the ranks.
Some soldiers, in panic, tried to evade him, crashing around like headless flies, but were unable to avoid him, only scattering their own ranks in chaos.
