Before his words could even echo in the air, Han Sanhe's expression turned cold and ruthless. He raised his right arm with deliberate gentleness. What came after were firm, determined orders.
The routed Dongxuan soldiers who were fleeing for their lives saw hope in front of them when they witnessed their comrades reassembled in a calm manner. Slowly, their madness faded away, and they endeavored to return to their troop as well. To their surprise, thousands of bowstrings were pulled taut and arrows gleamed chillingly, pointed at a high altitude, but, oddly enough, in their direction.
Many Dongxuan soldiers saw this, but they were clueless as to the purpose of this maneuver and wondered who the target was. There was still a distance between them and Yutang's pursuing troops; the latter was not even within shooting range, so would they not be shooting aimlessly?
"Teacher!"