With that in mind, Zhou Ping'an's figure flickered, producing two shadows.
The long saber in his hand whirled, not fully engaging with the two "Divine Generals."
He knew these Divine Generals were most formidable within the battle formation; their ability to nimbly dodge and counteract moves was not particularly strong by themselves.
Once they joined forces with the military formation and absorbed the combined vigor of the soldiers, they would undergo a transformation from quantity to quality, becoming exceedingly difficult to handle.
"Whoosh!"
The blood-drenched spear thrust past his waist, skimming his clothes, as he quickly stepped forward, the long saber trailing to slash across the opponent's neck in retaliation.
While beheading him, with a spin, Zhou Ping'an also cleaved the enormous dragon-shaped saber light that was swooping down from mid-air.
As he stepped onto the kicked-up dust, he soared skyward, raising his saber above his head and delivering a downward strike.
