In the face of the netherworld river and flowers, the unwilling dark tornado hesitated for a brief moment, and then retreated over the horizon. He couldn’t find, in him, the determination to challenge the Red Spider Lily that had severely wounded Ge Shitu.

With the dark duke gone and its vanguard commander killed, the dark race army morale ultimately collapsed and their forces began to retreat. However, the tens of thousands of cannon fodder and low-ranking warriors had already been incited into a state of bloodlust. These soldiers were urged toward the Zhao clan formation instead of running back.

Without the support of high-ranking experts, no amount of cannon fodder could escape the fate of being slaughtered by the Zhao clan’s well-trained troops. In just a brief moment, the charging cannon fodder and low-ranking warriors had all fallen—they didn’t even reach the formation. But this obstruction allowed the dark race army to pull back completely and begin its gradual retreat. Zhao Jundu didn’t chase after them, either. In his eyes, clearing these soldiers out was only a matter of time, no matter how many of them there were.

Song Zining only regained his freedom at this point. “So you’ve already prepared the Red Spider Lily as backup. You really wanted to see me become a laughingstock, didn’t you?...