The Regressor of Mount Hua

Above ground.

The Dark Heavens Army, originally three thousand five hundred strong, had lost more than half its number in an instant. Only a thousand remained.

Those who had been either too far ahead or lagging behind the mechanism were lucky enough to avoid falling into the pit.

But their relief was short-lived. The Guizhou Army had already surrounded them, halting any chance of retreat.

“D-damn it..."

“Get back!”

Destructive Soldier wasn’t the only commander in the Dark Heavens Army, but none of the others could match his strategic prowess.

With their best commanding officer gone, morale plummeted.

“This is the time!” Gao Hun shouted, raising his hand.

“Golden Will Sword Sect!”

“Shoot!”