Following Chen Luoyang's order, the enemy camp immediately fell into chaos.
Zhao Zhenyang, the general of the Northern Guards of the Great Xia Dynasty, looked down at his abdomen in shock.
There, a blood-stained tip of a knife was stabbed out from his right abdomen.
The blade came from behind.
If he hadn't been alert and dodged at the last moment, this saber would have hit his back and then stabbed out from his chest.
The owner of the hand holding the knife was Yang Ke.
General of the Western Guards of the Grand Xia Empire.
Everyone around him looked at him in shock. Someone wanted to go forward to help Zhao Zhenyang, but his heart tightened and he felt his limbs go numb.
In the sky, under Chen Luoyang's dark golden gaze, the group of people felt as if they were carrying a huge mountain on their backs, making it difficult for them to breathe.
It wasn't a mental illusion, but a real oppression on both the mind and the body.
