Mo Huasong was overjoyed when he saw the Demon Blade's move.
Come on, he desperately needed this kind of stronger attack; he needed to advance quickly.
"Boom."
Mo Huasong collided with the Demon Blade's attack once again, and the powerful impact sent him flying backward dozens of meters.
As he collided, the soldiers behind him were struck and all perished.
Just from that one collision, dozens of soldiers died.
"Damn it, let's run for it. When gods battle, mortals suffer; we can't deal with this," the surviving soldiers no longer dared to stay.
It was too terrifying. Mo Batian was only injured by the Demon Blade and got knocked this way, then so many of their brethren were killed—what kind of situation was this?
Having no other choice, the soldiers turned and fled.
As for any orders from the King, they couldn't care less; surviving was all that mattered now.
