General Lofey didn't see what happened at the back. Rather, he was in despair to see his men fall one by one on the ground every time a ghost flew through them.
"Fall back! Fall back! Retreat!" General Lofey ordered. Seeing his men fall like paper being blown by the wind, grieved him and he was losing hope. But he couldn't show his emotions to his men or they'd be defeated.
One of those things tried to attack him from behind and he was too late to look around. Just as he was about to be touched by one, a strong wind passed by his face. It was sharp enough to cut the tips of his hair above his forehead. It was Ming. He showed up in time and kept most of those things from attacking as he aimed the sharp winds toward them.
