Gu Yi found himself being pushed harder and harder and his gaze glanced all around him constantly, attempting to find a way that could change the current situation. But what he found was only despair when in the entire battlefield, he was not able to find a single opportunity for him to turn things around.
The Twelve Palaces' army's morale had already been shattered. As they were made up of disciples from eleven different conflicted palaces, there was absolutely no rapport between them to even speak of, many of them holding vengeance against each other. There was no need to even mention cooperation among them as the scattered and disunited army was like a dish of loose sand, so how could they possibly be able to stand up against the well trained and disciplined iron blood army?
