"Wait... wait a minute... What is that?"
"Is this... is this a person?"
"Sword God senior?"
At this critical juncture, just as the battle was about to break out, cries of astonishment came from the mouths of many Ancient Martial Artists, causing the middle-aged general's complexion to turn to shock as he looked ahead.
A person, blood-soaked and in a sorry state, was fleeing desperately. His Gang Qi was so weak it seemed as if it would shatter at any moment, and behind him, tens of thousands of Blood Wolves were howling and roaring fiercely as they savagely pursued him.
"I am Jue Tian, the Heavenly Blade God, do not open fire."
With a deathly pale face, the domineering warrior bellowed loudly. When he saw the tens of thousands of soldiers ahead, immense joy appeared in his eyes, and he rushed even faster towards them.
"Do not open fire, he really is the Sword God senior," a Martial Artist shouted loudly.
