After all, this might already be a power belonging to ghosts and gods.
"This is but less than one thirtieth of my True Qi; if I unleashed my full strength, hundreds within a dozen zhang ahead would all perish."
Seeing the carnage brought by this single palm, Zhao Feng smiled inwardly. He hadn't truly gone all out yet.
This kind of power—
It is truly invincible on the battlefield.
He tried it out briefly.
Zhao Feng didn't hold back and kept on slaughtering his way forward.
This battlefield was his playground for reaping enemies and collecting attributes.
With such a fierce Main General, the inspiration he brought to his Elite Soldiers was beyond imagination.
It didn't even take that long before Zhao Feng led his troops in slaying all the routed soldiers; many were even forced to crash into their own side's shield array and were skewered to death by long spears.
"Loose arrows."
