"FENG FAN!"
Shen Yi's roar shook the battlefield, his fury visible for all to see. He couldn't believe what was happening. An ant who did nothing but cower behind a barrier was tearing his forces apart. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Feng Fan, his voice dripping with venom.
"I won't kill you immediately… No. I'll skin you alive and drag out your suffering. I'll make you beg for death."
Feng Fan sneered, completely unfazed by the threats. "What a misbehaved child. Come here, and your father will teach you some manners!"
He launched another wave of attacks, once again targeting the weaker cultivators. Panic spread through Shen Yi's troops like wildfire in a dry forest. Their ranks, already shaken, fell into complete disarray as many turned and fled.
Survival outweighed any loyalty or fear they had for Prince Shen Yi. Even if Shen Yi hunted them down later, that was a concern for the future. Right now, the only thing that mattered was staying alive for the next few minutes.
