"Are you all deaf? Go and rescue them now!"
Dongli Honglang began to scold the surrounding soldiers.
Facing his penetrating gaze, the soldiers could only steel themselves and move forward.
The martial arts of Beihai Country's eldest prince were so formidable that even within the Formation, he was in grave danger.
For these men to go was to court death.
But at the Crown Prince's command, if they disobeyed, it was also a path to death.
More and more people rushed over, and soon bodies piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers.
For ordinary people witnessing this scene, it was enough to make their scalp tingle and stomach churn.
Seeing that this method was indeed effective, Dongli Honglang shouted excitedly, "You, you, and you, hurry over there."
The ones he pointed at could only go to their deaths, swallowing their fear.
In Dongli Honglang's eyes, there was no hint of compassion; it was as if the lives of his subordinates were as insignificant as ants.
