A horn signal flew over the clamor of battle, followed by shouts of hundreds, thousands of people.
"Retreat!"
"They are running!"
"The chickens run! After them!"
The enemy lines were broken, and the Lin swords fell on the backs of Tao soldiers.
Fen Kuang raised a fist in the air.
"The victory is ours, Brother Ru! Let's make the chickens remember it!"
He threw an Ice Cutter at the thick of enemy soldiers. I eagerly followed his example, killing people by dozens with Ice Cutters, while my wraiths caught those who were basically running into them.
Then I saw a cultivator wreathed in flames fly toward us on a sword. Her aura was half-spent, and there were cuts on her red robes, but her middle-aged face was filled with grim determination.
Lin Chu was chasing after her, surrounded with a dark shield of Death energy, but was too far to strike her with an attack.
