Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
Chapter 579: The Decisive Battle! The Unspoken Challenge
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"What a pity!"
As Wang Chong watched Longqinba streak down the mountain like a bolt of lightning, he couldn't help but sigh.
"That's right! Truly a pity! If we had managed to delay him for just a little longer, Longqinba wouldn't be able to leave even if he wanted to! Although he didn't react, Huoshu Huicang did!" Luo Ji replied.
"What a waste of an opportunity!"
A voice came from the rear, only around fifty zhang from Wang Chong's group, as a few figures began to emerge. Longqinba had left, so these people no longer needed to conceal their energies. One by one, they began to exude auras as mighty as storms.
Every one of them was at the level of Luo Ji and Lin Wushou. It was clear that these people were some of the highest-ranking generals of the Annan Protectorate army.
The Annan Protectorate army might not have much of anything else, but it was replete with high-ranking generals.
If Longqinba had been just a little slower, these ten-some generals would have joined with Wang Chong and Luo Ji's group, and then together with the thousands of Annan Protectorate army elites in the surroundings, they would have forced Longqinba to remain.
"Kiiiill!"
With the fight over, it was only these heaven-shaking roars that made them realize that a fierce battle was still taking place.
Without Duan Wuzong or Jiaosiluo, and with Longqinba retreating, the remaining Whitestone Corps soldiers and Tibetan cavalry were incapable of stopping the charge of the Annan Protectorate army. Like a receding tide, they retreated back down the mountain.
"Young Master, what should we do now?"
Everyone began to look toward Wang Chong.
"Hmph, Huoshu Huicang wants to retreat, but can he retreat without leaving anything behind?"
Wang Chong was still wearing the Mengshe Zhao armor as he looked down the mountain and sneered. Before retreating, the dense ranks of the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army had gotten almost halfway up the mountain.
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