Even for someone like Guo Cheng who had been in the army for many years, he couldn't help but feel unsure at that moment.
The soldiers suffered a crushing defeat, and the morale had drastically decreased. They were already on the losing end even before they've faced the enemy directly.
He looked hesitant. He was thinking if he should either retreat fully to reserve their strength so that the troops would not be destroyed, or if he should persist and fight to the death.
While he was hesitating, one of his soldiers suddenly walked over to him in a sluggish manner. The soldier had an empty look in his eyes, which were shrouded in a dull grey mist.
Guo Cheng's gaze became serious. "Sorcery. Possession Technique?"
After he spoke, he assumed a fighting stance and was about to kill the possessed soldier.
The soldier suddenly moved his mouth, and the voice that came out belonged to the Saint!
