The Chaos Morality Holy Body ... It's not a laughing matter.
Soon after.
The figure of Xuanqing appeared in the sky above, overlooking the battlefield below, his eyes containing an indescribable and inexplicable meaning.
"Go!"
The duster flew out of his hand.
Thousands of dust tails kept on growing and extending, turning into countless transparent threads, falling toward the battlefield as if they had eyes.
Invisible and silent!
Zing~
Zing~ zing
In the entire battlefield, all military officers who were wearing high-grade stomach armour and giving commands were hit by these threads and lost their lives instantly.
"Hey… Centurion, why aren't you moving, be careful there could be enemies coming."
"Chiliarch, what's wrong with you..."
Some soldiers noticed something amiss, their own commanders were standing utterly still on the battlefield, which was incredibly strange.
Then,
Thump...thump... One body after another fell down.
"Damn it, the commander is dead, run."
