Unable to resist.
Thinking this, Zhao Jin glanced at Cheng Guang nearby, and seeing that he was unguarded, a plan formed in his heart.
A hand swung out.
As his thoughts shifted slightly, Qi surged around him, Divine Power shimmered incessantly, and silver serpents danced among the dark clouds in the sky. Following his guidance, they wound towards the hundred generals.
He stepped out of the void in one stride, plunging into the battle formation of the hundred generals. With swings of his fists and feet, the soldiers he struck were sent flying, smashing through the railings of the Flying Boat and tumbling into the sea of clouds.
With a raise of his hand, Zhao Jin had broken the battle formation of the hundred generals and vanquished three soldiers.
At the same time, the remaining ninety-seven soldiers quickly reacted, once again taking a stance to surround and attack Zhao Jin.
