Bab 46: Zoja Wontir

Zoja raised her hand. "Stop" a wave of air arose and the spear stopped in mid-air before it could reach the Ageless Witch.

She looked at Bilal with a side-eye. "Is that it?"

"Well done, but what about others?"

Countless spears were thrown and the unit composed of Core Formation cultivators decreased, not all could block those attacks, whose location was uncertain.

Imperial guards were mingled with refugees, they even wore the same attires as them.

"Shit, defend the attacks and break the encirclement." She yelled.

"But mam, there are refugees!" Prince spoke

"Fuck them, we have to survive first. Kill all in the way and breakthrough, we will be wiped out otherwise."

But it was not as easy as said, unlike her others were in a state of turbulence. Except for Zoja and a few others who were veterans, the remaining unit was inexperienced, including Atra.

They were strong but they never fought and felt the sensation of war, they only handled fee small skirmishes on the border.