"The bow feels a bit unbalanced."
Chen Sansi looked at the body plummeting straight down in front of him, weighed the golden bow a few times, and felt it a bit lacking in heft before turning to head towards Yongjia Prefecture.
The suddenly appearing loyalist army was as unexpected to the defenders of Yongjia Prefecture as if it had emerged from the earth.
With the seated cultivator dead, they immediately crumbled, lacking even overall command, scattering like birds and beasts.
During the process, Liangshan's troops and Sima Yao's forces pursued them, nearly annihilating the eight thousand defenders, with only a sparse few managing to cross the tributary of the Fei River alive.
With thunderous momentum, they occupied Yongjia Prefecture with almost no casualties, facing the million-strong enemy across the river.
"Commander."
Sima Yao ascended the city wall and bowed respectfully, "The entire army is ready; when shall we cross the river? What should we do next?"
