81 Wind Hails at an Impasse

Tie Zheng turned to look. Thick smoke was rising while battle cries could be heard distinctly even from several dozen miles away. It was primed to be a grand battle.

Tie Zheng felt his heart pumping violently, his lips parched. “Send orders, signal semaphore! Ask what is going on.”

Before they could take action though, nine pillars of smoke, without traces of a spark, were already soaring into the sky.

“Those are our people!” Tie Zheng could feel his heart about to leap out from his chest. “Where did these reserve troops come from?”

Dongxuan’s Han Sanhe’s side had also realized the commotion in the southwest as ten thousand men were sent charging over like a flying arrow in a single command.

“Charge over!”

Tie Zheng decided immediately that this was their only chance of survival!

“Assemble there! To Tianxuan Cliff!”