"To think he actually won after being forced into such a situation..."
On one of the slightly further away mountain peaks of the Seven Cloud Mountain, Zhao Yanran was muttering in shock.
Thousands, tens of thousands of Night Demons had their heads cut off in an instant.
Before this, they could totally bully their opponents, but now they had no ability to fight back.
Corpses laid all over, blood flowed like a river beneath the mountain.
Although those Grade-4 Night Demons were running, but under the blistering sun they weren't as swift as usual.
They were in an extremely tough situation. From her perspective, they weren't far away from death.
The 300,000 Cavalry that Zong Yuan controlled had split into three. They pierced forward and directly cut off the retreat path of the Night Demons.