Seeing this scene, Duke Turing Tuo felt an icy chill throughout his body, and his eyes nearly burst with rage.
Turing Chen, along with countless generals and soldiers who witnessed this scene, could not help but feel their skin crawl.
On the ground covering tens of thousands of square meters, towering flames and dense poisonous gas filled the air. Duke Turing Tuo's forty thousand strong army was wailing, struggling, and then perishing miserably within.
No wonder the charge towards the city walls had gone so smoothly, almost without any resistance—it was so that more soldiers could crowd beneath the walls faster. It was all to ensure that this fire would claim more lives!
Duke Turing Tuo's gaze fixed on the sea of flames, on the countless dying soldiers, his face twitching convulsively, becoming even colder.
"Sound the retreat!" he ordered coldly.
Immediately, the gong sounded.
