With a clang, the Square Sky Halberd was planted in front of Yuanshu, still trembling on the ground, its immense force beyond words.
Should it enter the ranks of the soldiers, such a fierce general would likely be like a wolf among sheep; each strike would assuredly kill if it hit, and wound if it grazed.
"Where is Zhang Xun? This Wang Yang, after the great battle, is probably exhausted. You will lead the troops forward next. We must capture Wang Yang today,"
Upon Yuanshu's order, Zhang Xun, who was originally shocked by Wang Yang's strength, now had his entire face contort with ugliness, because Zhang Xun knew his own limitations.
Even military generals like Ji Ling died in less than two exchanges, and he was supposed to lead men forward? Even with a surrounding attack, his chances of victory were slim.
