"Haha, the Langya infantry are fleeing in all directions. We have won. Everyone rush forward!"
"Come together, don't let Li Wenhao escape!"
Seeing the flag of the Sand Clan army in the distance and the Langya infantry running to both sides, the Yan Clan soldiers shouted wildly and felt relieved. Even the fire giant battle formation that was holding on with all its strength was shattered and disappeared.
Now that the Sand Clan cavalry has arrived, they can naturally take a breather.
"Sir, I am the handsome flag of Guimu Tengchuan. I know that this loser has no guts to disobey!"
"It's really Guimu Tengchuan. Very good. After the battle is over, let him toast to us adults!"
"It's unreasonable to come at this time. The Sha tribe must be responsible for our losses!!"
Under the commanding banner of the Yan Clan, many generals of the Yan Clan were also very happy, and they all shouted in triumph, forgetting everything they had done.
A smile appeared on Yan Guanglie's tense face, and he waved his hand: "Generals, listen to the order and follow me to capture Li Wenhao alive and avenge my third brother!"
"Kill, let the soldiers set off!"
The generals of the Yan clan surrounded Yan Guanglie and led the last five thousand people guarding the commander's flag, roaring and killing each other on the battlefield.
"No, the Langya cavalry is coming to kill us!"
"Are the Langya people crazy? Instead of intercepting the Sha cavalry, they still want to outflank them?"
It's a pity that these people were half-excited when a stream of ice water was poured down from their heads, leaving them feeling chilled.
The seven thousand cavalry battle formations on the left and right wings of the Langya Army were like seven shining dark clouds, sweeping in with endless murderous intent.
These 5,000 elite soldiers who were half running and scattered in formation were like trembling little white rabbits encountering seven hungry wolves with their bloody mouths open.
"Activate the battle formation quickly!"
"Fire Giant Battle Formation!"
As Yan Guanglie's personal soldiers, not only are they all at level 2 or above, but they are also veterans who have fought for many years. However, time is too short.
Before the five fire giant phantoms could be condensed, a 10,000-person heavy-armored cavalry formation burst out with green light and rushed into the Yan Clan army instantly.
"Boom, boom, kill!"
There was a series of explosions, causing countless blood splashes, and the five fire giant phantoms exploded before they could show off their power.
"Protect your lord, release your combat skills quickly!"
"Shield of Fire!"
Several generals of the Yan clan desperately used their combat skills to move closer to Yan Guanglie.
Yan Guanglie himself was also at level seven. After a brief period of confusion, he immediately erected a giant flame shield and flew into the air.
"Where to run!" Huo Qianyao followed closely with three fire spirit leaders, slashing Yan Guanglie back with a knife.
"Follow me to join the Sand Clan cavalry!" Seeing that he could not escape, Yan Guanglie turned around and flew towards the main battlefield.
"Hurry up and join the army. Victory is still ours. The Langya army is just jumping over the wall in a hurry!"
The generals of the Yan tribe abandoned their five thousand soldiers and followed Yan Guanglie to escape to the middle of the battlefield. Even at this time, they still felt that they could win.
"Sir, something is wrong, something is wrong!" Yan Xiao shouted after Yan Guanglie. Although he was young, he had never fought in a war.
But he subconsciously felt something was wrong, as if the oncoming sand cavalry in front of him was not a savior, but a life-threatening monster.
"Let's go!" At this moment, Yan Guanglie couldn't care about anything else. He shouted impatiently and continued to fly forward.
He didn't dare to fly high yet. Two fire spirit battle formations were chasing him behind him. Just now, a sixth-level man flew too high and was shot to death by an invisible arrow.
As one of the main commanders of the Yan Clan, he has fought in all major planes all year round and has seen various battle formations, but he has never seen such power.
"Follow me!" Huo Qianyao paused briefly and followed closely behind with his men.
Without high-level warriors like Yan Guanglie, the remaining five thousand soldiers are just lambs harvested by the heavy armored cavalry, unable to make a splash.
"Boom, boom," he said soon enough. Yan Guanglie and his party had just flown into the midst of his own infantry. They breathed a sigh of relief. The 50,000 Sha cavalry in front had already arrived.
They did not pursue the Langya infantry who retreated to both sides, nor did they charge towards the high ground where the Langya King's flag was located. Instead, they set up a charging formation and charged towards the Yan tribe's infantry without slowing down at all.
"What do the Sand people want to do?"
"No, they are coming for us? Restart the battle formation quickly!"
"Is Guimu Tengchuan seeking revenge? Does he want his life?"
The Yan tribe's infantry were in chaos. Although they were elites, they had been fighting for a long time and were already exhausted. Where could they find spiritual support?
"Bang bang," several fire giants who were barely able to hold themselves up exploded due to unstable spiritual power before they even took shape.
It didn't bring any effect. Instead, due to the backlash of mental power, a large number of soldiers fell to the ground spurting blood, causing even greater chaos.
"Guimu Tengchuan, you are dead, my Yanguang family will never let you go!" Yan Guanglie's eyes were blood red, and his heart was full of annoyance.
He never expected that Guimu Tengchuan, just a dog from the Sand Clan, would dare to resist. Who gave him the courage?
A light suddenly lit up in his mind, and he remembered the strange behavior of the Langya cavalry, and shouted loudly: "Guimu Tengchuan has taken refuge in Langya, he is a traitor!"
"Buzz," the voice was so loud that it could be heard for miles around.
It is a pity that the 50,000 sand tribe cavalry turned a deaf ear to this and continued to gallop on.
"Boom, bang, bang, bang," under the shocked eyes of the Yan tribe, 50,000 sand tribe cavalry rushed towards them, with a piercing sound and blood and flesh flying everywhere.
The Yan Clan soldiers, who were already exhausted and whose morale had hit rock bottom due to the betrayal of the Sha Clan people, had no power to fight back.
At this time, they are not as good as an ordinary person with sufficient physical strength.
"Surrender, I surrender!"
"Woo, don't kill me, I surrender!"
For a time, the soldiers of the Yan Clan Army, who had few opponents in all major planes, threw away their weapons in droves and knelt down to surrender.
"You!" Guimu Tengchuan desperately released a large-scale combat skill, knocking away more than a hundred cavalrymen from the Sand Tribe. Looking at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, he spurted blood with anger.
Not only was this a defeat, it also ruined the reputation of the Yan Clan Army. He, Yan Guanglie, would also be nailed to the pillar of shame!
"Yan Guanglie, accept your fate and kill in space!" Among the thousands of troops, Guimu Tengchuan's beard spread angrily, and he found Yan Guanglie at a glance.
When the enemies saw each other, they were extremely jealous, and an invisible half-moon arc flew towards them, cracking the space wherever it passed, and all people and horses were shattered.
As a seventh-level warlock, he was not supposed to fight at close range, but at this moment, he actually rode a scaly horse and galloped towards him.
"Are you from the space system?" Yan Guanglie was shocked, turned around and ran towards the crowd, adding in his mind: "Wind system, space system, two types of warlocks!"
Space warlocks are extremely rare, especially since they can break the space barrier at the eighth level without reaching the ninth level of demigod realm, and travel through all major planes with their physical bodies. I don’t know how many people are envious of them.
If he had known that Guimu Tengchuan was a two-series warlock, he would have either killed him or recruited him, and he would never have caused any further trouble.
"Second brother, Guimu Tengchuan can't stay, kill him!" Yan Guanglie yelled hiding in the crowd.
"Here we come, Flame Slash!" Ancestor Yan Guang had already given up attacking the Langya King's flag when the Sha Clan cavalry rushed over, and turned around and ran back.
After hearing the instructions from his elder brother, he went to kill Guimu Tengchuan without saying a word.
The battle with Langya is a business matter, while the battle with Guimu Tengchuan is a personal feud that cannot be resolved. He can decide which is more important.
"Come on, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it, I'll kill you in space!"
Guimu Tengchuan flew into the air, and with one move with one hand, another space slash flew out.