Chapter 1144

A single sword slash killed Johnny!

It finally shocked the surrounding mercenaries. They had assumed this little girl would be easy to bully—who could have imagined she was a tigress at heart.

These mercenaries glanced left and right, then immediately turned and ran off to find other opponents.

Trying to run?

General Ji Xia would not allow it.

She casually picked up a light sword that had fallen on the ground, then charged swiftly toward a mercenary who still hadn't come to his senses and slashed him down.

"Void Rend!"

"Pfft—no way! I, the unrivaled Escape King, actually dying here… masa ga…."

A beady-eyed mercenary, only after being gravely wounded and pinned beneath General Ji Xia's foot, finally let out a wail of boundless regret.

Once, there had been a chance to drop everything and focus solely on running, but he hadn't come to his senses in time. Now he no longer had that chance.

General Ji Xia's successive kills sent the soldiers' morale soaring.

Facing these high-morale enemies, the mercenaries—who had only grabbed their weapons in haste during the ambush—looked utterly demoralized by comparison. In an instant, the casualties were far too many.

Surrounded again by enemies, many mercenaries only thought about huddling together to survive; not a single one wanted to break through in any one direction.

Naturally, the one protected at the center by the many mercenaries was Master Jianong and the mercenaries' leader, the Boss.

"Damn it, the enemy's offensive is too fierce. Boss, let's get out of here now. The southern defensive line is about to collapse—let's break through northward." a trusted aide suggested.

"Then why aren't we leaving already?" Master Jianong had long since panicked; hearing that he could leave now, he had wanted to leave long ago.

"Move out!"

"Everyone, break through toward the north!"

"Yes, sir!"

The mercenaries suddenly had a backbone. The Boss had given the order to break through northward, so the few dozen remaining mercenaries moved in unison, fighting as they retreated toward the north.

The mercenaries' leader swept his gaze rapidly around him. Of the original hundred-plus brothers, only these few dozen remained.

The heavens are fickle. Those in their line of work perfectly embodied licking blood off a blade's edge—one moment laughing and chatting with you, the next they might drop dead on the spot.

Many among them had even shared meat and drink with him before, but now they had all become corpses growing steadily cold.

The world is inconstant; the Boss felt he had long since seen through it all.

At this moment, he realized he still hadn't been able to shake free of these things. The culprit behind all of this was Jianong!

Right now everyone was busy fleeing for their lives, but afterward, he would tell Jianong off with the coldest, fiercest gaze and tone!

He wants more money!

"Don't let them escape. Everyone, chase them. Be careful not to get too close, in case you get caught up in it."

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers of the Eternal Night Legion suddenly felt a bit confused—what did "not get caught up in it" mean?

What did General Ji Xia mean by that?

Was there still a trump card?

The next second!

In the direction the enemies were fleeing, violent explosions suddenly rang out, one after another without end.

This change made the soldiers instantly understand what General Ji Xia had meant.

The sudden explosions instantly caught the clustered mercenaries completely off guard, blasting them into the air and wounding them. The unlucky one at the center of the blast who had stepped on a landmine lost his entire lower half, lying on the ground in terror, wailing.

The explosions spread out around the mercenaries, killing or wounding many.

"Wha-what is that?" The mercenaries' Boss and his group stopped in a panic for a moment—it was far too bizarre.

Explosions erupted suddenly without any warning, and the blasts' power made everyone wary.

No one knew if they might suddenly explode too, as if a sword of Damocles hung over their heads.

On the other side, Lin Cheng, who was observing the battle, directly ordered the mechanical servants hidden nearby to launch an attack.

In an instant, nearly a hundred pitch-black mechanical servants burst from the grass like a swarm of locusts, leaping up with their massive iron fists and nimble bodies, punching straight into the mercenaries' faces.

At a glance, it seemed the entire field of vision was filled with these small, pitch-black mechanical servants.

Some mercenaries were quick-eyed and fast-handed, slashing at the suddenly attacking mechanical servants with their swords—but the next second, all that came back was the solid clang of metal on metal. The backlash nearly split the web of his hand, and he wondered, how is it this hard?

The mechanical servant naturally wasn't hurt, only being knocked back a few steps by the slash. It gathered energy, paused for a few seconds, then launched another attack.

"Fight! Counterattack, now!"