Continuing to charge forward a hundred feet, making room for the rear troops, Chen Qing shouted, "Rear team becomes the front team, about-face!"
When he led the Eight Tigers back to the front again, he saw Yuan Tianfang, covered in blood from killing, but at this point, he couldn't be bothered to pursue any issues. Killing was killing.
After all, they were about to win.
Chen Qing raised his giant sword, "Charge and kill with me!"
Once more, he plunged into the enemy ranks, transforming into a sword tip, tearing through the formation. The Eight Tigers and Yuan Tianfang followed, expanding the breach, while the warriors at the rear slaughtered the enemy troops who had just been attacked by the Eight Tigers.
As for those in the very back, they felt as if they were just constantly running. By the time they were close to the enemy, there were not many left in front of them.
At this point, no one foolishly left the team to charge elsewhere, as that was a path seeking death.
