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The defeat was sudden, swift, and yet they had no idea how it had come about.
At that moment, all Xu Li could remember was the final instance when his most elite warriors had successfully broken through the mysterious weapon interception of the enemy and had charged to the front of their formation.
But in that instant, the Qingming warriors seemed possessed by gods and demons; the first row who charged forward were almost instantly slain, and it was at that moment that morale collapsed and the army retreated.
Fortunately, the enemy did not pursue.
Wei Yuan had already reached the Eastern Boundary Domain by then, where thirty thousand youths stood in stern array.
They were clad in shining chest armor, holding long spears reminiscent of steel cylinders, with five short sticks wrapped in oiled paper hanging from their waists.
