Chapter Eight Hundred and Eighty Three – The First Battle (2/2)

The enemy battalion seemed to have been viciously shredded.

When the light dissipated, there were less than three hundred people standing in the enemy battalion. They were scattered around, their expressions blank as though they did not understand what had happened.

Everyone knew that these people were finished. This battalion was finished.

A short silence appeared on the battlefield.

The surviving enemies had not recovered from the first attack, and the Western Jail Mansion experts behind Zuo Mo had been completely stunned by Zuo Mo’s shocking attack.

“An Mo!”

The cold voice broke the battlefield’s deathly silence.

An Mo shook and his thoughts came back. His face still held traces of disbelief. If he had only felt loyal to Zuo Mo before due to loyalty to the king, now, he was completely won over by Zuo Mo.

He bowed on the mo steed as he responded, his voice trembling slightly, “Present!”

“Fifteen minutes, clear the battlefield!”

Zuo Mo’s tone was unquestionable and decisive.

An Mo was not discontent at all. He accepted his orders without hesitation. “Yes!”

He turned and picked a few dozen steeds to charge towards the enemy battalion. When they came in front of the enemy battalion, those remaining survivors seemed to not realize the arrival of death. They stood there soullessly in shock.

An Mo’s heart felt a wave of coldness. He knew that King’s attack just now had completely destroyed these people’s spirits. Even if these people survived, they would never step on to the battlefield again.

Fei Lei’s body shook. His eyes were wide as he stared at the scattered battle formation. He did not know that his face was covered in tears.

King!

This was a king!

He finally saw the birth of the mo’s new king!

Everyone was completely won over by the domineering attack. Such a strong attack, this was King! Even they would not be able to do anything against this attack.

He willingly submitted. He suddenly felt that it was good fortune and glory to be able to participate in this campaign.

Liang Wei’s mouth was wide but he could not make a sound. The blood had completely left his face. His fists were balled tightly, and he didn’t even feel his fingernails biting into his flesh.

While he was humble on the surface, he was still proud inside. This pride came from his strength. His present strength was that of a top battle general. Facing any kind of situation, he would not be left without any solution. This was the source of his confidence.

Yet Zuo Mo’s attack give him an unparalleled blow and shock.

He found that, no matter what method he used, he would not be able to withstand this blow.

In front of absolute power, his plans and tactics were of no use at all. This conclusion was a great blow to him.

How was it possible … …

How could there be such an unreasonable attack in this world?

Yes, unreasonable!

No matter how you responded, no matter what formation you used, no matter how you moved, the other only needed this one attack!

A feeling of helplessness that he never had rose.

Liang Wei had a grimace on his face.

“This is god-level! So strong!” Pu Yao murmured, slightly unfocused.

While Zuo Mo had rescued them, the process of being rescued was not as shocking and spectacular as the attack displayed in front of them.

Wei quickly recovered. He noticed Liang Wei’s grimaced. “Liang Wei has received a great blow to his confidence this time.”

Zuo Mo’s unreasonable attack had completely upended the battle general system that Liang Wei had studied for so long. The blow was unparalleled.

Pu Yao’s thoughts came back and he recovered his calm. “No one can help him on this. If he could overcome this mental barrier, then he can truly elevate himself to the same level as Gongsun Cha and BIe Han.”

“His skill right now isn’t bad,” Wei said.

“A great battle general needs a big heart,” Pu Yao said coolly.

“A Zuo is really strong now!” Wei couldn’t help but praise. His tone was filled with accomplishment. Even they had not thought that Zuo Mo would grow to such a level.

“He is fated to be king!” Pu Yao said seriously.

The battlefield was quickly cleaned up. An Mo’s strength against these defeated soldiers was destructive.

No one was left alive on the enormous battlefield.

Everyone looked towards Zuo Mo with heated gazes. Nothing was more powerful than the truth. Starting from this battle, everyone believe that this was the journey of legend. No one could stop them!

Fight their way to Nether King Palace!

On the back of the Copper-Boned Nether Bird King, Zuo Mo’s expression was still cold as he sat like a statue. His expression had not changed after the victory.

Under everyone’s heated gaze, Zuo Mo once again took out a gold flow sword.

Without any flourish, the sword pointed forward. The cold order was like flame that caused everyone’s fighting spirits to rise.

“Advance!”

Translator Ramblings: Um … … almost a filler chapter?