Chou Ye stared with eyes widened in fear, yelling, "You dare..."
Before he finished speaking, he was killed by Sikong Jing's spear.
Sikong Jing, of course, dared!
At the same time, Ah Hu and Old Zhang also charged out, slashing one after another of Chou Ye's trusted aides under their swords, immediately causing waves of screams to spread in the darkness, sending chills down the spines of thirty thousand soldiers and throwing them into panic.
"Let's go!"
Seeing everyone slain, Sikong Jing spoke indifferently, and the three disappeared from their spot.
Soon Sikong Jing's voice rose again among the thirty thousand soldiers, "Everyone, don't panic. The enemy is few in number. Light up your torches quickly."
With the sound of Sikong Jing's voice, everyone's mood immediately stabilized.
Bang, bang, bang...
As the lights came on, everyone looked at each other, yet they saw not a single enemy.
Suddenly, a scream rang out: "General Chou Ye is dead."
