Chapter 537: The Great Xuan Army is about to be defeated

Each weapon exudes a sharp cold light and reveals an endless murderous aura.

The appearance of this image of the Southern Barbarian Demon God made the entire battlefield tremble. The army of the Great Xuan Dynasty, which had been fighting hard, now felt unprecedented despair.

They looked up at the hideous and terrifying statue, and the fear that rose in their hearts almost completely destroyed their will.

Yang Jian's expression became extremely solemn at this moment. He stared at the Taoist statue made of blood and the evil spirit of the battlefield, and a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Tao soldiers..."

Yang Jian uttered the words bitterly, his voice filled with shock and helplessness that were difficult to conceal.

On the Tianwu Continent, the appearance of Dao soldiers often means that the outcome of a war is already determined, unless there is a Dao soldier of the same level to hold them back.

Otherwise, a Taoist army would be a dimensionality reduction attack on an ordinary army.

The appearance of the Southern Barbarian Demon God in front of him undoubtedly announced the defeat of the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

"Marshal, what should we do?"

The general beside him saw this and asked anxiously.

They were also shocked by the sudden appearance of this Taoist soldier, and their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He stared at the image of the Southern Barbarian Demon God, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.

"Pass the order, the entire army retreat!"

Yang Jian shouted in a deep voice, "The Xiaoguo Army should withdraw immediately and join the main force. We cannot fight this group of barbarians head-on anymore."

"But Marshal, if we retreat, then..."

The generals beside him wanted to say something but hesitated. They knew very well what retreat meant, but the current situation did not allow them to hesitate any longer.

"The territory can be taken back, but the lives of the soldiers can only be saved once."

Yang Jian said coldly, "Follow the order."

As Yang Jian's order was issued, the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty, which had not yet moved forward in the rear, began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Although they were filled with resentment and anger, they could only choose to temporarily avoid the attack of this Southern Barbarian Demon God under the intimidation of his Dharma image.

However, just as the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty was retreating, the image of the Southern Barbarian Demon God suddenly let out a deafening roar.

Then, it waved its twelve arms, and countless weapons formed by blood and battlefield evil spirits poured down like raindrops towards the Great Xuan Dynasty troops that were entangled with it and had not yet separated from it.

These weapons contain terrifying power, and each strike is enough to tear a soldier of the Great Xuan Dynasty into pieces.

During the retreat of the Great Xuan Dynasty's army, people were constantly hit by these weapons. Screams and wails were heard one after another, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a Shura field.

Seeing this, Yang Jian felt an unprecedented anger surge in his heart.

But now the high-level war gods on his side are far inferior to them and are always suppressed.

Now with the emergence of Taoist soldiers - the Savage Iron Cavalry, even ordinary armies can't defeat them.

What the hell is this!

At this time, after receiving the retreat order from Yang Jian in the rear, Yang Lin and other nine elders of Kai Sui who were commanding the army in the front of the Great Xuan Dynasty also noticed the rampant barbaric cavalry and the ferocious demon gods above them.

"The Duke actually ordered a retreat?"

Yang Lin frowned, his voice filled with disbelief.

He stared at the Taoist statue, his heart filled with resentment and anger.

The other veterans beside him were also stunned. They knew very well what retreat meant. It would be a heavy blow to the military prestige of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

"But, the current situation..."

An old veteran was about to say something but stopped himself. He looked up at the image of the demon god, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Follow the Marshal's orders!"

"The territory can be taken back, but the soldiers only have one chance to live. We cannot let more people die here."

Yang Lin said in a deep voice, with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

All the veterans were silent after hearing this. They knew that what Yang Lin said was true, but the resentment in their hearts burned like a raging fire.

retreat?

It's easy to say, but now the armies of both sides are entangled with each other.

If they retreat rashly now, the anti-king coalition forces on the opposite side will take the opportunity to attack, and the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty will definitely suffer an unprecedented defeat.

"Pass the order, the entire army retreat!

"Yang Lin took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner waves.

He stared at the battlefield ahead, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "We must try our best to preserve our strength and wait for the opportunity to retake the lost territory."

As Yang Lin's order was issued, the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty began to retreat in an orderly manner.

However, the retreat was not smooth.

Upon seeing this, the anti-king coalition forces immediately launched a fierce offensive.

They pounced on the enemy like hungry wolves, trying to completely defeat the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

"Damn it! These traitors really took advantage of the opportunity to attack us!"

An old veteran cursed, anger flashing in his eyes.

Wielding weapons in his hands, he led a team of elite soldiers to fight hard against the offensive of the anti-king coalition forces.

However, despite their best efforts, men continued to fall in the retreating army.

The weapons in the hands of the Taoist military master not far away, which were condensed from blood and the murderous aura of the battlefield, poured down like raindrops. Each blow was enough to tear a soldier of the Great Xuan Dynasty into pieces.

Screams and wails rang out one after another, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a Shura field.

"Hold on! We can't fall here!"

Yang Lin roared, his voice resounding through the battlefield like thunder.

Together with several veterans, he wielded his spear and led a team of guards to fight hard against the offensive of the anti-king coalition forces.

Several elderly figures stood like gods of war, buying precious time for the retreating army.

However, as time went on, the army of the Daxuan Dynasty suffered heavy casualties.

More and more soldiers of the Great Xuan Dynasty fell in a pool of blood, their eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

Although the order to retreat was given, the hope of survival became so slim in this brutal war.

"General Yang! What should we do?"

A young general asked anxiously.

His face was covered in blood and dirt, and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

Yang Lin took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"Hold on! As long as we are alive, there is still hope!"

He stared at the battlefield ahead, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

However, the reality is cruel.

Although the army of the Great Xuan Dynasty tried its best to resist the offensive of the anti-king coalition, casualties continued to increase.

The road of retreat was littered with corpses and blood, and every step was filled with heaviness and sorrow.

"General Yang! We can't hold on any longer!"

Another general shouted, his voice filled with tears.

His body was covered with wounds and blood was oozing out.

He looked up at Yang Lin, his eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

(End of this chapter)