Xia Xiao's right hand was extremely stiff, because he was still holding the sword, and he dared not let go. The sword was a power and a defense, which made him cherish it, but there was dust and blood on it, like a stain. He used the black and purple energy to cleanse his body, and only after the sword body was as clean as a mirror did he return to his metal palace. But Xia Xiao was still sitting in such a filthy place, and the black smoke that drifted from time to time made it difficult for him to breathe, and even felt suffocated.

The armor on his body turned into a few wisps of dust as the magic sword disappeared. The previously torn armor made him look particularly embarrassed, but now that it disappeared, revealing his robe underneath, he looked even more unimpressive.

Xia Xiao's clothes were soaked and stuck to his skin along with the blood, making him extremely uncomfortable. However, his arms no longer had the strength to take them off. He just sat there soaking wet, unable to do anything for the time being.

When the helmet and visor disappeared, Xia Xiao's exhausted face was revealed to everyone. The soldiers regarded Xia Xiao as a peerless strong man, but they didn't expect him to be so embarrassed. His usually calm eyes were squeezed by the vitality before, and were full of red spots. The sweat and blood on his face mixed together, and turned black under the black smoke and mud in the air, making him no different from them.

The soldiers were inexplicably motivated when they saw this. They seemed to think that since Xia Xiao was in such a state and couldn't even stand up, why should they be so decadent and not charge forward? At least they had to be like him before they could sit down and enjoy a moment of peace in the extremely chaotic battlefield.

The soil and rocks around Xia Xiao were vibrating at a very high frequency. That was because countless soldiers were rushing forward. They wished they could chase this army to the imperial capital of Nan Shang and kill them all.

The frequency of his legs swinging was very fast, but Xia Xiao's breathing was very slow. To prevent the southern merchants from attacking him, the strong men of the Qulun Realm took him to the back and put him in a white tent like many wounded soldiers on the battlefield. In front of the position where he was originally sitting, there were neatly arranged archers, with large gaps between them to allow soldiers to pass through.

"put!"

The general waving the small flag gathered all his anger and blood in the action of giving command, as if what he was swinging down was not his arm, but a guillotine, chopping off the dog head of the southern merchant.

The air was struck by a very loud and orderly sound, and then the arrow rose into the air and swept across the huge array of runes in the air. Immediately, it seemed as if there was a wind accompanying it, which greatly increased its range and its power.

The archery skills of Shelie Kingdom have been passed down for thousands of years. Both bows and arrows have been repeatedly tested by history. At this moment, the archers of Shelie Kingdom are shooting arrows with abandon. Amidst the rapid sound of strings, the rain of arrows is rapid, dividing the fleeing Nan Shang into two. Tens of thousands of people were stopped by the rain of arrows. The dense rain of arrows was so dense that even with a shield, they could not get through. Although there were practitioners holding up their vitality, they were overwhelmed by the practitioners of Daxia.

This is a repetitive process of building a bridge to cross the river, and then being destroyed. Most of the Nanshang army has left, and the rain of arrows is like knives, and the two sides are separated like yin and yang.

"rise--"

The Southern Shang cultivators formed seals with their hands and raised their palms, as if lifting something extremely heavy. Under the rain of arrows, the rock curtain rolled up, forming a very long passage, providing a chance for the Southern Shang soldiers to survive. Too many opportunities had been wasted before, and some opportunities had been blocked by Daxia. Therefore, this passage that could allow dozens of people to walk side by side immediately became the hope of the Southern Shang soldiers.

"Quick, rush over!"

As soon as the general spoke, people rushed into the dark passage that was a hundred meters long. The passage was long, and the soldiers rushed in in an instant. The sharp sounds and noises above their heads caused the dust to fall continuously, which frightened them secretly, thinking that it would collapse at any time.

"Run faster!"

Even if they were panicking, they were still soldiers of Nan Shang. The discipline in their bones made them run very fast. However, when the soldier in the front saw the light outside the passage, a stream of green light was torn apart by the air wave behind him. This arrow came from nowhere, carrying a very powerful wood energy. The moment it touched the rock passage, the hard rock collapsed and scattered to the ground.

The rocks shattered, and the vines became swords and knives, flying in all directions. It also created an exaggerated wave of air, which not surprisingly cut the flesh and blood of the Southern Merchants' soldiers, drawing a large amount of blood.

"Beast!"

The cultivator from Nan Shang was furious, but he still turned around and shot out to catch up with his main force. And these more than 30,000 people, I'm afraid they can't be saved. It's obviously unwise to abandon so many people on the battlefield, and it's not what Nan Shang likes, but Tiemian knows the situation and knows what to do. Even if the prince who personally led the expedition knew his decision, he wouldn't blame him, but he was angry in his heart. His own soldiers died in his hands, which was really aggrieved, but this was all forced by Da Xia!

The Southern Shang army was so frantic that when they made a move, the cultivators and cavalry of the Great Xia Alliance had already rushed into the crowd of more than 30,000 Southern Shang soldiers, beheading them one after another, extremely cold-blooded. The infantry followed closely and joined the battle. As if knowing that there was no way out, the Southern Shang soldiers pounced on their opponents like crazy, biting and beating them like wild animals, and even biting their ears and tearing them off completely.

Amid the cries of pain, everyone's blood boiled. Even though the Great Xia soldiers were tired, they still fought with their swords and fists, sparing no effort.

"kill!"

The roar was full of fighting spirit. Lin Tian killed dozens of people in the blink of an eye, but he smelled something wrong. This distance was already thirty miles away from Longgang. They could not move forward because there were Nan Shang's fortifications over there. However, if they did so, Nan Shang might counterattack.

Lin Tian felt nervous when he thought about the enemy's arrow array covering this place again. He couldn't bear to let his army die in such torture, so he ordered:

"Quick and decisive battle, no lingering battle!"

He no longer had any extra energy to sense, so he had to speed up just in case. It would not hurt. Although Lin Tian and Tiemian had only fought a few times, they were not enemies for decades, and they did not know each other well. But the latter was decisive and more ruthless than him, so he might be able to do such a thing.

The arrow formation of the Great Xia Alliance was 300 meters further west. Its precise strikes were like a barrier, retaining the Southern Merchants who were hoping for a chance, and allowing the Great Xia cavalry and soldiers to rush to the front and kill all the enemies. The Southern Merchants soldiers could not help but collapse and beg for mercy. Although they were against discipline, who would care about those strict rules when disaster was imminent?

"If I spare your life, won't the people of Black Terrace City hate me for the rest of their lives?"

The cavalryman was out of breath, but he still stabbed down with the spear in his hand, piercing his chest.

In name, they treated the prisoners well, but on this battlefield, what if they violated discipline? It was more important than losing their homes. If they really fed them well and kept them as slaves, they would be the real fools. Besides, Nan Shang was even worse than them. Even if they saw a live person while cleaning the battlefield, they would not save him. So why did they save him? Why did they hold back? If you don't have the capital to be a saint, why bother to learn?

The number of soldiers pouring into the 30,000 was more than 50,000. Seeing that there were enough people, Lin Tiancai ordered to stop advancing. Under the heavy orders, countless soldiers stopped, but even the soldiers who knew the order still rushed to the front. They all ran here. If they did nothing and stopped, wouldn’t it be a pity? Although it was against the military order, no one spoke.

In the gaps in the sunlight brought by the arrows, the soldiers looked at their fellow soldiers fighting, hoping that they could return safely. But for some people, it was too difficult to return.