A few hours have passed, and Wu Zhe Yan’s every strike might be just as deadly, but it was undeniable that his speed has slowed down considerably. He had been taking the front lead, bearing the full brunt of the attacks all this while.
There was a glint in the sky, and he noticed an arrow on its way down. It was an arrow that would clearly miss him, he knew, yet his brows furrowed. He quickly changed the arc of his sword which was in the middle of coming down on another unlucky soul and aimed for the arrow instead.
The arrow which would have taken the head of a Northern soldier busy fighting behind him was cut down by Wu Zhe Yan. However, at that very moment where he was the most vulnerable, a spear pierced through his left shoulder.
“General!”
Wu Zhe Yan slew the enemy w
