章 1139: Retreat

The moment the armies clashed, Prince Nova felt that something was off, but he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. Even worse than that, he didn't have the time to think about it because the 50 or so warriors that hadn't charged were making him nervous.

'Why aren't they charging? Are they planning something? Should I use our trump cards now? Or after they make their move?' Prince Nova grit his teeth as Dyon appeared before him, a slight smile playing his features.

"Who are you people?" Prince Nova changed tactics. If they weren't going to succeed today, at the very least, he'd try to bring something useful back.

Dyon couldn't help but chuckle. He knew that this young leader was definitely very confused right now so this was likely his only course of action.

"I'm more interested in who you are." Dyon answered slyly, meeting Prince Nova's fists with his own.

Feeling the weight of Dyon's punch, Prince Nova's eyes narrowed. 'Body cultivators? They're all body cultivators!'