A short spear was thrown like lightning from the hand of King of Sand Barbaltan, piercing through an Alchemist's chest, 'thunk' as it pinned the person to the tree, the tail of the spear still trembling.
The remaining Alchemists turned to flee, but most were felled by Ye Hua's arrows. "Leave a few alive." Fang Hong shouted at this moment, but actually, it wasn't necessary for him to remind, the arriving Imperial Knights had already joined the battlefield and captured a batch of people.
On the battlefield, the defeat of the Alchemists' side was already certain. The Alchemist's Commander retreated a few steps, turned around, but a narrow sword blade was already at his throat. He trembled slightly, glanced along the blade, only to find the Sword Bearer was an indifferent young man, holding the sword in one hand, yet dressed in an incongruous combat Mage attire.
