If their formation hadn't been disrupted, Chen Mo certainly wouldn't dare to be so bold. Even though he is a First Grade Martial Artist, with so many enemy forces, if surrounded and attacked by a battle array, he would inevitably face an unavoidable end.
But now their formation was in chaos, with arrows attacking from all directions. They were already too preoccupied to prevent the battle array from attacking them.
Watching nearly a hundred personal soldiers charging up, Chen Mo drew a large knife into his hand, took a deep breath, and turned into a black shadow, dashing towards them at high speed.
A few breaths later, Chen Mo had already flashed a hundred meters away, blocking the path of Wang Mo and his men. The nearly hundred personal soldiers tasked to block Chen Mo lay on the ground, unable to rise, with blood spurting from the cuts on their necks.
"Your turn now." Chen Mo pointed the blood-stained knife at Wang Mo.
On the other side.
