"Can't drag this out any longer. To capture the thieves, first capture their king. Big Brother Zhou, if you don't cut down these commanders, their power will be endless..."
Zhou Ping'an killed five hundred-man generals and hundreds of cavalry soldiers, only to find that the remaining soldiers and commanders had strengthened to more than double their former might.
Finding it odd, a tinny, small voice came from the Yin Spirit Bead around his neck—it was the long-silent Yin Cai'er speaking quietly.
"What do you mean?"
Zhou Ping'an found that in the face of this siege, all around him were dense energies as thick as water waves. His Gang Qi actually didn't work very well.
His Sword Intent, when released, was continuously worn down, significantly reducing its lethality.
