CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 388: HEAVENLY PERSON FIVE DECLINES

Looking at those ragged but high-spirited freaks, even with Luo Ming’s disposition, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness in the face of the might of nature.

Where did they get so many people?

At the narrow Tianxiong Pass, the enemy had lost nearly a million soldiers!

They had exhausted every last bit of their defensive machinery!

Luo Ming prided himself on living for hundreds of years, what tactics hadn’t he seen?

But as his life neared its end, Heaven had given him one more stab in the back with a knife, and opened his eyes!

Could war really be fought this way?

Did their people never run out?

The key was, with such massive losses, even if they captured Tianxiong Pass, there were still several passes waiting for them afterwards!

Was it worth it?

Filled with enormous doubt, Luo Ming sighed helplessly.

"Arrange for the death squads at the rear, get ready to retreat!"

Scanning the numb and dazed eyes of his soldiers, Luo Ming knew that after days of sleepless, fierce fighting, they were all spent, completely drained.

Initially, the soldiers could take turns resting, but as the pressure on the front increased, the rest intervals became shorter, and in the end, everyone could only sleep in their clothes on the city wall, snatching brief naps in the interlude of the "tides".

The entire army was physically and mentally exhausted, they needed thorough rest to regain fighting strength...

Understanding in his mind, Luo Ming turned his eyes to the distance, trying to find that faint, elusive, chilling aura that pricked his back.

If it weren’t for this guy threatening from the shadows, he would have led his troops out long ago to turn the world upside down!

Now, Luo Ming’s biggest worry was the enemy discovering the traces of their retreat and exploiting a flaw to break through.

Yet, until the next day, when most soldiers had left Tianxiong Pass and retreated inland, the enemy’s offensive remained unchanged, and Luo Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he hadn’t noticed that high above, amidst countless circling vultures, a majestic eagle hawk hovered in the sky, its keen sight covering a hundred miles, clearly reflecting the retreating troops winding for over a dozen miles.

"Screech~"

A stone-shattering eagle cry echoed from afar, and Hong Jila suddenly opened his eyes, baring a sinister smile.

"It’s about time, Master Mop, have your men halt."

With that said, Hong Jila picked up his longbow and scimitar, and walked straight out of the grand tent.

The centaur guards standing outside the tent stepped forward, following behind him, picked up a horn and blew a deep, penetrating low hum.

Woo woo woo~~

In an instant, countless fully armed centaurs excitedly rushed out from the camp, gathering around Hong Jila like a tide.

Rumble~

With four hooves flying, the ground trembled, over ten thousand centaurs with the impact force of heavy cavalry and the agility of light cavalry naturally formed an attack formation while advancing, like an arrow aimed at Tianxiong Pass.

All soldiers who couldn’t dodge in time along the way were crushed, with Hong Jila leading the charge, drawing his bow and shooting a golden stream of light from afar.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away, Luo Ming was watching the enemy retreat at high speed with confusion, suddenly noticing swirling dust rising on the horizon.

Not good!

His heart tightened, and before he could react, a golden meteor approached in an instant, dragging a brilliant straight trajectory through the sky.

Buzz~

Powerful energy reactions triggered the defensive array of Tianxiong Pass, an invisible mysterious array materialized instantly, forming a spirit barrier several feet thick.

Hiss~

The golden meteor plunged into the barrier like a soldering iron into water, instantly evaporating into a pervasive mist.

The arrow’s speed stalled, its splendid golden flames quickly dimmed, and by the time it pierced through the spirit barrier, its terrifying power had diminished to barely a tenth.

Nevertheless, this seemingly "at the end of its rope" arrow accurately struck Tianxiong Pass’s gate, blasting a crater several meters in diameter, revealing a passage blocked by stones and sand.

"Hmph!"

A few kilometers away, Hong Jila let out a cold snort, his bowstring leaving an afterimage as he shot endless streams of continuous arrows.

Thrum thrum thrum thrum thrum thrum~

The bow thundered like lightning, the golden meteors extending into a line, flying towards Tianxiong Pass with earth-shattering momentum.

This time, Luo Ming reacted, reaching out to grab a magnificent Dragon Gall Spear, his whole body vanishing in an instant.

Clang clang clang clang~

Spinning out a flourish, the impenetrable shadow of the spear knocked away all incoming arrows, Luo Ming stood with his spear in front of the gate, his gaze heavy as he watched the charging centaur horde.

Deep down, Luo Ming already sensed that his reflexes, strength, and speed were far less than before, merely deflecting the arrows weakened by the spirit barrier felt somewhat strenuous!

"Heavenly Person Five Declines, the end is near..."

Looking at his lusterless, tree bark-like skin, Luo Ming sighed helplessly.

Then, a touch of a chilling cold light condensed deep in his eyes, locking on from afar onto Hong Jila.

"A man should die in battle, with horsehide as his shroud..."

With a gentle murmur, Luo Ming smiled serenely, stepped forward, gradually accelerating, charging towards the enemy alone without fear.

"General!"

On the shattered city walls behind him, several subordinates looked at that solitary, tragic back and cried out in pain.

On the other side, Hong Jila stared at the approaching figure, eyes full of dread.

[Da Zhen] Great General, Upper Pillar Country, Yong State Governor, Military Marquis General, Yue King—Luo Ming!

A nightmare for the grasslands for hundreds of years, the wall of despair blocking their most crucial path south!

For hundreds of years, countless grassland heroes had bloodied themselves against him!

It was because of his fearsome reputation that Hong Jila waited until now to launch a full assault!

Having grown up hearing this name, even if he appeared on the brink of death, Hong Jila dared not be careless!

Slightly squinting his eyes, divine light condensed in his pupils, tiny golden lightning bolts encircling him, each step seemed to shatter the earth, a mighty centaur drew his scimitar, like a moving mountain, crushing everything with earth-shattering force.

On the other side, Luo Ming was unwilling to fall behind, golden thunder snakes flashing around him, a conceptual destructive edge forming at his spear tip.

Boom!

From afar, their Qi Fortunes clashed fiercely, crushing each other, the world within a few hundred miles trembled, the Great Dao moaned.

In a trance, it seemed not a clash of two individuals, but a confrontation between two empires, stirring up terrifying tidal waves on the plane of fate.

Buzz~

An indescribable tremor pierced the soul, the symbolic duel projected onto the physical plane, both Children of Destiny gained enlightenment, simultaneously abandoning defense, aiming directly at each other’s vitals.

Hiss~

The crossing of sword and spear, sprays of faint golden particles of blood erupted, Hong Jila with a Dragon Gall Spear piercing through his chest, raised a snow-white head, roaring fiercely!

"The Yue King is dead!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"