As Huchuquan shouted, everyone who saw him suppressing the Nu Rong dropped their weapons. Although the White Horse Soldiers didn't stop, and still took down many, they ultimately halted their blades.
Fa Zheng's easy and calm demeanor rare showed a gloomy shade; he truly hadn't estimated the opponent's decisiveness.
[Should I pretend I didn't hear it and just finish them off?] Fa Zheng caught up from behind, hesitating as he watched the White Horse Soldiers who had already ceased.
[Forget it, they've stopped now. If we act again, the White Horse Soldiers have an acceleration phase, which wouldn't be advantageous here, and Zilong is not suited for this kind of task.] Fa Zheng slowly restrained the gloom on his face, adopting a calm expression.
"Everyone put down your weapons." Zhao Yun commanded coldly. Huchuquan hesitated for a moment and decided to comply. Soon, the entire Central Camp resonated with clinking sounds.
