For a moment, groans of pain rose and fell in succession. All 200 people on Oliveira's side, including himself, were struck to the ground without exception, completely losing their capability to fight.
Ye Yinzhu's gaze shifted, landing on the hundred Heavy Sword Warriors who had decided the battle's fate. He saw these Heavy Sword Warrior assassins sitting on the ground, all assuming postures for cultivating Douqi, indifferent to the situation on the battlefield. It was a kind of trust, absolute trust in their comrades-in-arms. With a flash of insight, Ye Yinzhu understood. No wonder their attack with the purple giant sword was so domineering—it was actually a desperate, all-in assault!
"What have you noticed?" Xi Duofu's voice sounded beside Ye Yinzhu's ear.
"A powerful will to fight, an iron-blooded, ruthless style of combat, and a fierce killing presence," Ye Yinzhu answered without hesitation.
