Chapter 979 The whole army temporarily retreats

The voices of cheering and shouting gathered together, like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky, as if to shake the world.

The passionate slogans echoed in the air, and each one was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the people of Wanzemen fiercely.

Their morale was unprecedentedly high, and everyone's eyes were burning with blazing fighting spirit, and the flame seemed to be able to burn away all the darkness in the world.

On the other hand, the army of the Dagan royal family felt unprecedented pressure.

This pressure was like an invisible net, binding them tightly, and the fear in their hearts was like weeds, growing wildly in this oppressive atmosphere.

In the camp of the Dagan royal family, several generals frowned, staring at the situation on the battlefield, their faces became more and more ugly, like the gloomy sky before the storm.

"Zhao Yun's strength is so terrifying! We are both in the Spiritual Realm, but he has no power to fight back. What should we do?"

A general was worried, his voice was trembling, his eyes were full of fear and helplessness, as if he saw the failure of this war.

The commander's brows were wrinkled into a "chuan" character, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like ravines.

If a countermeasure cannot be found as soon as possible, the situation of this war will become increasingly unfavorable to the Dagan royal family.

He gritted his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and ordered loudly: "Continue to send people to fight, even if it consumes Zhao Yun's physical strength!

We can't let him win so easily, we must find a way to weaken his strength!"

So, the Dagan royal family sent several Spiritual Realm strongmen to challenge.

Each of them looked solemn, but their steps were determined, and they ran towards Zhao Yun in the center of the battlefield.

Zhao Yun was not afraid at all, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful sneer.

The spear in his hand made beautiful gun flowers in the air, and the gun flowers flashed with cold light, as if it was the sickle of the god of death.

He fought one against many, galloping on the battlefield, as if he was in an empty space, and his figure shuttled freely among the enemy groups, like a black whirlwind.

His spear skills were superb, sometimes like a dragon going out to sea, with overwhelming momentum.

Wherever the spear pointed, the enemies retreated one after another, like a small boat in the stormy waves.

Sometimes like a tiger coming down the mountain, fierce and fierce, every shot can make the enemy embarrassed and struggle under his spear.

However, as the battle continued, Zhao Yun's physical strength was gradually consumed.

His breathing became a little rapid, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

But his eyes became more and more determined, and his momentum became more and more powerful. The powerful momentum was like a materialized armor, wrapping him tightly.

At this time, in a corner of Wanze City, Ah Fu was nervously paying attention to the situation on the battlefield.

His hands were tightly clenched together, his palms were full of sweat, and his eyes were staring at Zhao Yun without blinking.

Although he could not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy like other disciples, his heart was always closely connected with Wanzemen, like an invisible thread that tied him and Wanzemen tightly together.

"The master must win!"

Ah Fu prayed silently in his heart, holding a kitchen knife tightly in his hand, as if it was the sharpest weapon for him to protect Wanzemen.

His eyes were full of worry and expectation, his lips trembled slightly, and he kept muttering.

Although Zhao Yun's physical strength was gradually exhausted, his spear power became more and more fierce. Every time he shot out a gun, he was full of unstoppable momentum, which made the strong men of the Dagan royal family feel afraid.

On the battlefield, the swords and shadows flashed, and the sound of metal collisions was endless.

Zhao Yun's figure shuttled through it like a ghost, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

Every attack could accurately find the enemy's flaws and give a fatal blow. The enemies fell down one after another under his attack, and the blood stained the ground under his feet red.

Seeing Zhao Yun's heroic figure on the battlefield, the morale of Wanzemen's disciples was greatly boosted.

Their shouts seemed to break through the clouds and give Zhao Yun endless power.

And Ah Fu, although he was just watching the battlefield silently from the back.

But his eyes were full of determination and trust, and he held the kitchen knife in his hand tighter, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

It seemed to announce to everyone that although he could not directly participate in the war, his heart had long been integrated with Wanzemen, and the honor and disgrace of Wanzemen was his honor and disgrace.

In the camp of the Dagan royal family, the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

Several generals looked at the situation on the battlefield, and their faces became very ugly.

They originally thought that with the advantage of numbers and masters, they could easily take down Wanzemen.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Yun's strength was so strong that their plans failed again and again, just like being slapped hard by someone.

"We can't go on like this, we must come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible." The voice of the commander was full of anxiety and helplessness.

This war has reached a stalemate. If they cannot break it as soon as possible, their losses will become greater and greater.

Even before the reinforcements from the ten major immortal sects arrive, they may suffer a serious loss.

At this moment.

Zhao Yun's aura became more and more majestic, like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless energy.

The spear in his hand seemed to have life, with a whistling wind, constantly shuttling through the enemy group.

Another powerful man in the realm of distraction was picked up by him.

The man drew an arc in the air, like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

Zhao Yun's eyes became sharper, like a sharp blade in the cold night, which could penetrate all darkness.

He glanced at the remaining enemies in front of him and let out a thunderous roar: "Who else dares to fight!"

This roar contained endless deterrence, which made the strong men of the Dagan royal family shudder, and no one dared to step forward easily.

They looked at each other, their eyes were full of fear, and their feet unconsciously stepped back a few steps.

"We can't continue to consume blindly like this!" A deputy general in the Dagan camp said anxiously.

The main general's face was as gloomy as the sky before the storm, so dark that it was scary.

The Zhao Yun in front of them had become an insurmountable mountain for them to attack Wanze Gate, blocking their way forward.

"Pass the order down, the whole army will retreat temporarily!" The main general gritted his teeth and spit out these words with difficulty.

Although he was unwilling, he also understood that if he continued to stalemate, his casualties would only become more severe, and he might not even have the chance to retreat.

As the commander-in-chief gave the order, the army of the Dagan royal family began to retreat like a tide.

On the wall of Wanze, the disciples of Wanzemen burst into a deafening cheer.

"The master is mighty!"

"Long live Wanzemen!"

The shouts echoed throughout the battlefield.

Ah Fu was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes on the wall. He waved the kitchen knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "We won! We won!"

Although his voice seemed a little weak in the cheers of the crowd, it was full of deep love and joy for Wanzemen, which was an emotion from the heart.