"It's time, General. Retreat!" a Great Zhao soldier roared, covered in blood.
"Retreat!" Bai Qiancheng gritted his teeth and shot out hundreds of sword beams with his sword, forcing the group of demonic beasts in front of him back.
His armor was red with blood, and even his white hair was blood red. It was unknown if the blood was his or the enemies'.
In just 15 minutes, more than half of Great Zhao's army had been killed. If not for the sword in the air blocking the first-rank demonic beasts, Great Zhao's army, including Bai Qiancheng, would have been completely wiped out.
When he tried to block the enemies, Bai Qiancheng realized how big the gap between him and Zhou Shu was.
He had led thousands of elite soldiers to stop them for only 15 minutes, but they couldn't hold on anymore.
But Zhou Shu alone had blocked the million-strong Demon Realm army for an hour.
