Duobato leapt forward and struck towards Wang Bin again, who kept retreating, all his trusted aides in front of him had already fallen.
Wang Bin stared intently at the curved blade slashing towards him, with only one thought in his mind.
Brother Yang, hurry up! I'm about to lose my life!
Right at that moment, the whistling sound of something cutting through the air approached.
Duobato, who was ready to decapitate Wang Bin, saw a glimpse of caution flash in his eyes, and without hesitation abandoned the imminent beheading, flipping and soaring in mid-air, narrowly dodging the incoming Short Spear!
"Duobato!"
The next moment, Yang Zhenshan came charging alone on his horse.
Red Cloud leapt up, carrying Yang Zhenshan over a distance of three to four zhang, appearing like a deity descending in front of Wang Bin, almost moving Wang Bin to tears.
