"Prepare to die, Yan Yan!" Jiangh Qin roared, thrusting his sword toward Yan Yan.
"Such trivial tactics to break my army!" Yan Yan shouted back. A flash of golden radiance swept by, and the previously routed soldiers seemed suddenly infused with the will to fight, stabilizing their formation. Yan Yan immediately mustered his remaining strength to charge at Jiangh Qin.
"Just as I thought. Yan Yan's army will not break apart. Even under conditions of ambush, fire attacks, and encirclement on all sides, they maintain their minimum combat capability," Pang Tong observed, standing atop the highest cliff, licking his lips.
The battle between Yan Yan and Jiangh Qin was almost a perfect stalemate—attack and counterattack in an endless exchange. Meanwhile, Yan Yan's troops gradually adapted to the chaotic assault from all directions, slowly recovering their combat power and reestablishing their formation.
