668 Between Shooting and Not Shooting (2/2)

A general from the South Jin Kingdom knelt beside the bloody pool. With a pale face, terror filled his eyes and he seemed to have been scared out of his mind. He couldn't stop shouting, almost as if he wanted to revive the person from the ghastly remains.

If he couldn't be revived, the general would definitely die. Countless people from the South Jin Kingdom's military and eunuchs in the Wilderness would become turn into similar pools of blood and flesh in the near future.

This was Ning Que's fifth arrow.

The crown prince of the South Jin Kingdom that was supposed to replace the commander of the king's army also died very cleanly.

All were silent in the Wilderness.

Whether it was the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army or the Desolate Man's tribe, in this short period of time, no one spoke. Everyone was shocked beyond words and some had even lost their spirit.

The West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army was on the verge of victory. They just had to ride forward and they could cut off all the heads of the Desolate Men to completely exterminate them. At this moment, 5 steel arrows flew from the Wilderness.

The 5 arrows were for 5 people.

The Hierach of the West-Hill Divine Palace, the 2 Great Divine Priests of West-Hill, the divine guards of the Divine Hall's commander, Luo Kedi as well as the crown prince of the South Jin Kingdom. Anyone of them was extremely important. Especially the 4 of them besides Luo Kedi, they were looking at gaining power or were already in power. They were existences as lofty and precious as a king. The Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace and the 2 Great Divine Priests of West-Hill were existences that could even count as almost godly.

For the past years, who would dare launch such an attack at the 5 of them at once? If someone heard of such a situation, one would think that the person was not in his right mind.

However, the result of these five arrows was that the Great Divine Priest of Revelation was severely injured, so he could no longer fight and was forced to stay away from today's battle; the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was in a mess to escape from any sufferings; Luo Kedi and the crown prince of the South Jin Kingdom died.

The targets that Ning Que had chosen weren't only considering their powers and prestige; it was mostly evaluated from a battle angle. The key was that he had the ability to carry out such strategy.

Luo Kedi was the most trusted subordinate of the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace. They represented the direct powers of those who were loyal to the Hierarch Lord. Having such a terrible death, these powers would definitely be uneasy and some might even have other ideas.

The South Jin Kingdom's army was one of the main forces of the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army and had always stayed beside the Hierarch's chariot. The death of the South Jin Crown Prince would definitely bring about chaos to the South Jin Kingdom Army, because of the enormous psychological impact on the generals and cavalries. The South Jin Kingdom Army's combat prowess would decrease sharply.

If his first arrow could really kill the Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace, even if it was a serious injury, today's situation would most possibly have a decisive change because of the five arrows.

From a strategic standpoint, the general of the Tang Empire's cavalry, as well as the Great River Kingdom's Master of Calligraphy who were of the highest state cultivators in the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army would appear as being better qualified as targets for the iron arrows than Luo Kedi and the Crown Prince of South Jin Kingdom.

However for some reason, Ning Que didn't choose them.

To the east of the West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army, the disciples of the Black Ink Garden of the Great River Kingdom showed complicated emotions on their faces. Zhuo Zhihua looked at her teacher's wide back and wanted to say something but didn't in the end.

The Master of Calligraphy Wang looked at the north in silence, his brows slightly furrowed.

The disciples of the Black Ink Garden and him had seen the 5 arrows. They saw the horrifying destruction they had caused and even though he had been in the Knowing Destiny State for so many years, he wasn't sure what would happen if those arrows were for him.

Moreover, despite how humble he was, he clearly knew that within the coalition army today, he was supposed to get one of the arrows. There was only one reason why Ning Que hadn't shot him.

The left shoulder of Cat Girl was hurt. There was a bandage wrapped around it and her lovely little face was extremely pale. She said with a tearful voice, ”Do we really have to fight with Brother Ning?”

At the west of the Wilderness, the Tang Army was at the front.

General Xian Zhilang who had replaced Xia Hou for more than 2 years already, looked at the Desolate Man's tribe that had suffered many casualties. He wanted to find Ning Que but failed.

He kept silent for a long time before giving a laugh and raised his right hand, commanding the tens of thousands of cavalry soldiers to wait for his orders.

One of the generals frowned and asked, ”Retreat?”

Xian Zhilang shook his head and said with a smile, ”In front of the whole world, how can the Tang Empire, retreat alone? However, the others are tired and they need to rest.”

Shooting arrows was a way of fighting, but deciding not to shoot was also a tactic. Moreover, it required smarter people and those who could accurately predict the situation. The Great River Kingdom's reaction and the Tang Army's regrouping had proven that Ning Que's judgment was correct.

The Wilderness was silent. The West-Hill Divine Palace coalition army looked at the north nervously, wanting to find Ning Que. Under the threat of the iron bow, pushing forward had become something incredibly frightening.

However, north of the Wilderness was full of Desolate Men that were injured or dead. It was hard to spot Ning Que between them. Hence, the problem for the coalition army now was, how many arrows did he still have?

Or how could they find him.

Or how could they force him out.

At this moment, a stern and loud voice sounded from within the chariot, lifting the curtains with its pressure and making the golden railing shine, reaching the front of the Desolate Men like lightning.