บท 337: Chapter 172: Needle Tip Against Wheat_3

"Boom, boom, boom..."

In the midst of intense explosions, blood rained several meters high as a powerful blast wave carried flying limbs and torn bodies across the sky. Where there had been a complete military formation just a second ago, a jagged gap now appeared as if gnawed by dogs.

Yang Ge heavily crashed into this gap, swinging the Cold Moon Saber. Countless broken blade fragments levitated, coalescing into a metallic dragon that surged wildly into the dense ranks of Dongying's troops, cutting a swath of destruction as enemy heads flew and soldiers fell in heaps...

Behind him, the vanguard of his servant army followed through the breach he had torn, slashing wildly like rabid dogs, enlarging the gap with their fierce strikes.

Yang Ge advanced at the forefront, controlling the metallic dragon to pave the way for his army.

In the dim chaos, his Cold Moon Saber suddenly trembled. He stomped down forcefully with his raised right foot, leveraging his body to recoil back.