Lin Fan's heart sank further when he saw an old man with gray hair and Jian Xin descended from the air into the tent.
The old man must be Jian Xin's master, the Sword Saint.
Their entrance caused the ground to erupt and the ice that froze earlier shot at the generals again.
This time the sharp ice struck through some of the armor of the generals.
"Argh!"
Two of the generals fell to the ground clutching their hands on their chests.
The ice had gone through their hearts.
The remaining eight generals turned and faced the Sword Saint and Jian Xin, as they deemed them as a bigger threat compared to Lin Fan, Ho Ming, and Zhang Yi Nian.
Sword Saint raised his hand and the sword that was struck into the ground wobbled and flew into his hand.
With a swipe of the sword, a slicing wave coupled by deadly cold freeze shot at four of the generals.
The scriptures on the generals' armor glowed but they didn't do much.
