"Kill—"
The clamor of the Iron Cavalry's charge filled the air, causing chaos among the envoy group.
Camp Cang's Iron Cavalry crashed into the caravan, swinging their swords not only at people but also smashing the wheels and wooden compartments—a flurry of wood shavings and pages flew about.
In such moments, everyone was too busy saving themselves.
The monks from Fan Yin Temple, staunch as ever, did not retreat an inch. Once their path was blocked, they disembarked and formed an array to counter the Iron Cavalry.
Alas.
The impact of Camp Cang was too strong.
Above the forest, talismans continuously floated out. Someone was orchestrating this battlefield from behind, ceaselessly deploying array techniques, trapping the essence of heaven and earth within a hundred yards, dwindling the Primordial Energy bit by bit.
"...Cage Immortal Array."
