If the demons were in normal condition, it would not be a problem for them to join forces and kill a creature of the Yalong species.

The premise is that they are uninjured and there are no comrades in the team who have been too severely injured to stay behind and wait for orders!

But what is the reality?

Hawky was injured in yesterday's battle and his body still hasn't healed;

In previous wars, the demons also had varying degrees of injuries in order to resist the absolute number of soldiers from the kingdom.

Considering the current situation, the demons are completely no match for the dragon, and the king must hurry back to rescue them.

In order to ensure the speed of retreat, even the "national crises" level of strong individuals will inevitably expose some flaws;

As a result, it was a perfect opportunity for Yōu.

Although there have been too many accidents along the way, Yōu's conspiracy did succeed, and the opponent has exposed fatal flaws.

"You can block tens of thousands of arrows head-on, so what about now? I doubt you have time to stop!"

In Yōu's commanding voice full of coldness, the archers skillfully unleashed a volley.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

There is no doubt that the king sensed the breaking wind behind him and knew what it meant without even looking back.

It was too late for him to turn around, so he tilted his body forward abruptly;

The king extended one elbow, supported the ground, rolled sideways, and placed one foot on the ground to stabilize his posture.

After a 90-degree sharp turn, his body stopped facing the direction of the arrows, and his free hand flipped the long sword, slashing out dense sword lights beside his body.

One side was prepared in advance, while the other side was hastily responding.

The advantages and disadvantages on both sides became so apparent, but this sudden arrow attack still failed.

Not a single arrow hit the king's body, all the sharp metal products were deflected by the slashing sword, and the sword dance was as amazing as a divine technique.

"Tch, you dodged it again... But how long can you defend yourself?"

If the king continued to hold up his sword and defend against the arrows in the most secure way, it would inevitably delay his return time;

If the king put down his sword, he could return as quickly as possible, but before he returned, his probability of survival would be greatly reduced.

Even the strongest person, possessing the power to challenge the heavens and earth, their physical body that carries that power is still fragile.

The reason why the king was able to withstand multiple frontal attacks without any harm was not because his body was incredibly strong, but simply the result of covering himself with holy power.

However, covering oneself with holy power takes time, and time is what the king is lacking right now.

It's too late, almost too late!

The roar of the dragon behind him was getting louder and more ferocious, indicating that the situation over there was getting worse.

The time left for the king to make up for was becoming less and less;

So, from the next moment, he will no longer protect himself in that way.

That was the scene that Yōu hoped to see, but King made this choice purely based on his own will.

He raised the still sharp long sword, holding it up with his close fingers;

With the hilt up and the blade down, this way of holding the sword is the most convenient.

The king released the defensive posture he had just assumed and ran forward with his back again, but this time he wouldn't turn back.

What does the danger of mere death mean?

Once a person is willing to risk their life, they will no longer care about those trivial matters.

The slender figure stretched out in the assistance of the sunlight, appearing unusually majestic in the eyes of the soldiers in the distance;

At this moment, the leader of the demon clan appeared like a giant bathed in light. He ran through the empty space, leaving behind a back that seemed to be mocking the crowded side, as if saying, "My life is right in front of you, dare you come and take it?"

Almost all the soldiers felt that this was the best opportunity to take the opponent's life. However, despite their desire, the soldiers and generals did not take action because they dared not move. Like hyenas staring at the back of a tiger, showing their teeth but not daring to show any killing intent, they all remained motionless, not even daring to lift their claws.

Tens of thousands of troops seemed to freeze, all because of one person's back, causing none of them to dare to draw their bows and release arrows. It was as if the suffocating feeling of having all the air sucked away prevented these soldiers from even breathing.

The longer they stayed in this atmosphere, the three legion commanders felt as if their throats were being squeezed, and a growing sense of pain emanated from their throats!

Even Yu, who had the most obvious killing intent, couldn't speak any other words under this oppressive force. Even giving orders became difficult.

Yu knew that this couldn't go on, so he drew the knife worn by his companion next to him and made a shallow cut on his thigh.

Puff!

Yu lightly stabbed his own thigh, finally using the pain to suppress his instinctive fear. Although Yu couldn't make a sound, his right hand had already lifted, fingers clenched, indicating the demand to release the arrows.

Seeing the commander doing this, the standard bearers immediately waved the flags in their hands. When the soldiers turned around and saw the new command, they knew that if they didn't shoot their arrows, they would be executed on the spot as deserters.

Under the threat of a different kind of death, the brave soldiers trembled as they nervously placed their fingers on the arrows, barely managing to draw their bows.

This sound multiplied thousands of times, and the running king in the front sensed what was about to happen.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The bowstrings of over ten thousand bows broke at the same time. Due to excessive nervousness, the elite soldiers accidentally broke the bowstrings, all at the same time! The atmosphere on the scene tortured them. Just staying here for ten minutes made the soldiers feel like they had lost ten years of their lives.

However, they still breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the arrows on the strings had been shot out, raining down on the man's head.

The king, who was in the process of retreating and worrying about his family, remained calm in his mind. Even though the exaggerated description of the "arrow barrage" became a reality, the expression on the face of the person in the midst of the arrow threat still did not show much worry.

The king understood it clearly:

Although there were thousands of arrows, covering an entire side of the battlefield, it wasn't guaranteed that they would all hit his side. He had observed carefully during the previous battles: the range of arrow damage was about five hundred steps, which was a little over one hundred and fifty meters.

While the cowards wasted time, he ran at full speed, extending the distance between him and the enemy's army to about one hundred meters. Arrows also took time to be shot, and during that short interval, he had enough time to run thirty meters. This meant that those arrows without magic or tracking capabilities could only threaten him within a twenty-meter distance.

Of course, even with this not-so-long distance, an arrow rain without any gaps would be enough to kill many people.

If a legion commander and the king were to exchange positions, even if it were just ten meters instead of twenty, that person would still be riddled with arrows like a hedgehog.

The king's mentality is very pragmatic, that is, he does not dodge any arrows;

It's not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to!

At the moment he decided to return, he completely disregarded life and death;

In such a critical situation, how could he change his original intention? To let his family bear the risk for himself?

The reason why the king calculated the distance in his mind was just to make himself understand how fast he needed to run.

At this moment, the king's speed has reached its fastest;

Even the countless arrows coming right behind, only the first batch can barely enter the effective kill range.

Puchi Chi Puchi Chi Puchi Chi!

Only three arrows are lucky, not just grazing past the target, but actually hitting it.

The king's arms, legs, and shoulders were each hit by an arrow in the previous instant.

No one who is alive can escape being injured;

Faced with a rain of arrows that can kill thousands of people, the king only suffered some surface injuries and only had a momentary pause in his movements;

This result is enough to make soldiers wide-eyed, and enough to make the hearts of the three legion commanders irreversibly plunge into a deep abyss of terror!

That is the final blow, the soldiers without bowstrings, will never have the chance to shoot arrows again.

For the king:

He won, he is getting closer to the place he desires most in his heart!

The blood trail flowing from his wounds stretches long on the ground, looking longer than the distance he has traveled...

Yu miscalculated once again.

This is not the first miscalculation, but it feels particularly regrettable.

Because the opportunity to kill the formidable enemy was just missed.

When King successfully rescues the rear and counterattacks, everyone will be in deep trouble.

The three legion commanders feel more fear than Yu towards the impending disaster;

Even their faces turn pale with infinite regret, wondering why they didn't withdraw in time.

When the army of Dibiles retreated, the three of them had despised the legion commander in their hearts, resenting those cowardly and useless individuals.

And what is the result?

A ruthless and fruitless war proves the wisdom of the legion commander;

In comparison, the three who are still on the battlefield are simply adorably stupid.

Not only did they miss the most opportune time to leave, but they were also used as pawns by Yu;

The soldiers they brought from their own country were also forced to do thankless tasks and suffered heavy casualties in multiple fratricidal battles.

Enough is enough, the three of them have had enough of being used, and as they develop a will to resist deep in their hearts, they reach an unspoken consensus.

They will turn their fear of the demon lord, their anguish for the loss of their subordinates, into anger towards Yu!

Not only the commanders, even the soldiers from other countries who have regained their composure, believe that Yu is the root of all tragedies.

If it weren't for his reckless command, how could the army suffer such heavy losses?

If it weren't for his erroneous proposals, how could our brethren have died?

This kind of emotion emerges in the hundreds and thousands, connecting with the commander's anger, as if igniting a "fire" within the united army.