Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1089 - 1087: Kneel on One Knee! Bow Your Head in Surrender!
The messenger soldier quickly completed his task.
When he arrived hurriedly with an army of five hundred thousand, the scene before him struck terror into the hearts of everyone, sending chills down their spines.
Blood flowed like rivers, corpses lay everywhere.
The sight was too horrific to behold.
Amid the scattered limbs, only General Gangmu was drenched in blood, kneeling on one knee, supporting his massive body with a single fist, resembling a towering tree that had fallen.
The pair of hammers lay casually beside him, too weak to pick them up.
Panting heavily, sweating profusely.
Not far from the city gate, stood a person composed and at ease.
Lin Fan.
Like the arrival of a Death God, he was silent.
Calmly.
Quietly.
Indifferently.
Watching those about to be led by him back to Hell.
Anyone who met his gaze instantly felt as though they were inside a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave, chilled to the bone.
Cold.
An endless, boundless cold.
From head to toe, from inside to outside, every pore, every cell could feel the chilling intent to kill.
Five hundred thousand against one person.
Yet all were entirely engulfed in panic and fear.
Unprecedented, unheard of!
"General!"
The messenger soldier stepped onto the sticky ground, the pungent smell of blood filling his nose, and quickly ran to General Gangmu's side.
Slipping, he fell flat on his face.
His face, hands, and body.
All covered in bright red blood.
This is war!
Merciless war!
Bloody war!
"General, are you alright?!"
General Gangmu breathed deeply, his eyes fixedly staring ahead.
His eyes had been dyed red, everything before him was a hazy red, unable to see clearly.
But he knew.
Lin Fan was there, the Void filled with the air of slaughter.
"General! I've brought five hundred thousand troops! They're right behind you, just give the order and we'll..."
Before the messenger soldier could finish.
General Gangmu stretched out a hand, interrupting him.
"Retreat."
After a while.
He slowly uttered a word.
A word he had never spoken, one he believed didn't exist in his dictionary.
But today, at this moment.
Lin Fan inscribed this word into his life.
The messenger soldier was stunned, unable to believe his ears.
General Gangmu, the War God, undefeated in battle, was actually retreating?!
He blinked rapidly, looking utterly astonished.
They had an army of five hundred thousand!
The opponent was only Lin Fan.
Could it be... five hundred thousand couldn't match Lin Fan alone? Impossible!
Yet, the general's judgment had never been wrong. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
What on earth was going on?
"But General, I..."
"Didn't you hear what I said?! Retreat!"
General Gangmu suddenly roared like thunder, glaring angrily.
The messenger soldier shivered, completely bewildered.
He wasn't the only one confused.
The entire five hundred thousand army was astonished and shocked by the order.
General Gangmu, who had never ordered a retreat, actually spoke the word retreat!
General Gangmu closed his eyes, breathing rapidly.
After a long time.
He slowly opened his eyes and, with the messenger soldier's support, gradually stood up.
Raising his eyes, he looked at Lin Fan.
"This guy, isn't human."
"General..."
"One tenth of a breath... excluding me, none survived..."
General Gangmu's voice trembled with fear, his eyes flashing with panic, his expression slightly twisted, as though he had walked through Hell.
No!
Perhaps more terrifying than Hell!
"One, one tenth... One tenth of a breath?!"
Only now did the messenger soldier understand General Gangmu's terror.
Nearly ten thousand soldiers, one tenth of a breath, without even the time to react, fell dead at the same moment!
If these words hadn't come from General Gangmu, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death.
Even someone as undaunted as General Gangmu had to bow before Lin Fan.
"Lin Fan!"
General Gangmu gathered his voice in his Dantian and shouted.
"Wentian City is yours! The army of five hundred thousand, please spare a way!"
The crowd trembled!
Scalp tingling!
Yi Gangmu is actually begging for mercy!
And from the sound of it, Lin Fan seems unwilling to spare this five hundred thousand troops!
Lin Fan remained silent.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
Yi Gangmu could clearly hear his heartbeat.
Thump!
Thump thump!
Increasingly rapid.
If Lin Fan doesn't agree, these five hundred thousand people may be doomed to die.
But there is no other way, he can only plead for Lin Fan's mercy.
The corner of Yi Gangmu's eye twitched, and suddenly he shrugged off the support of the reporting soldier, staggering two steps forward.
Suddenly!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone!
Under the gaze of five hundred thousand pairs of eyes!
Shennong Clan's War God Yi Gangmu, knelt on one knee! Bowed his head in submission!
No coercion.
No resentment.
No reluctance.
Yi Gangmu knelt to Lin Fan, pleading!
Silence!
An uproar!
The five hundred thousand troops exploded in astonishment!
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, thinking they were dreaming.
"Lin Fan, please, have mercy, spare my soldiers!"
"Hmph."
Lin Fan let out a faint cold laugh, finally making a sound.
"It seems that only you want to save their lives, while they themselves couldn't care less."
Yi Gangmu was stunned, immediately turning around, issuing an order.
"Five hundred thousand troops, heed my command!"
"Kneel!"
Military command?!
Yi Gangmu actually issued the command, ordering five hundred thousand troops to kneel and beg for mercy from a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor!
Lin Fan alone defeated five hundred thousand defending troops!
Crash!
The military order is like a mountain, unshakable.
The five hundred thousand troops knelt as one, bowing at Lin Fan's feet.
A long sigh.
Echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.
"Yi Gangmu, you truly are a good general. To avoid letting soldiers die needlessly in a battle that cannot be won, you chose to cast aside your dignity. Indeed, compared to life, what importance does dignity hold? It's but a shackle we place upon ourselves."
Lin Fan sighed with emotion, waving his hand.
"Go."
Hearing this.
The suspended heart of Yi Gangmu finally settled, letting out a long sigh.
"All soldiers hear the command, withdraw from Wentian City immediately!"
The order was passed down layer by layer.
"Withdraw from Wentian City immediately!"
"Withdraw from Wentian City immediately!"
...
The soldiers of the Shennong Clan, in complete bewilderment, withdrew one after another.
They only knew that a man named Lin Fan, single-handedly, seized Wentian.
Yi Gangmu kept his promise.
Soon, the defending troops in Wentian City withdrew completely, as if they had never been there.
It all happened so suddenly.
The civilians of the Shennong Clan in the city hadn't received the message, not yet having the time to leave.
Lin Fan turned to look at Diwu Yun'er.
Her face was serene, eyes tightly closed, breathing very lightly, as if she were sleeping.
The dagger from her chest had already been pulled out by Lin Fan, with no external signs to be seen.
As if just calling her name would wake her.
But only Lin Fan knew.
Diwu Yun'er had fallen into a deep coma.
If he hadn't temporarily sealed Diwu Yun'er's soul with Spiritual Power, she would have been scattered to dust, her Divine Sense shattered.
Though not dead, this sleep, who knows how long it will last.
A year.
Five years.
Ten years.
A hundred years.
Even a thousand!
Lin Fan's heart was full of bitterness.
If she hadn't blocked Yi Tianqiu's dagger for him, he would have been the one unconscious now.
Lin Fan gently picked up Diwu Yun'er, about to walk into the city.
Mighty and majestic!
Sand and stones flying!
Outside the city gate, the sound of hooves, footsteps, and shouts arose!
Lin Fan sneered, the Xuan Clan's army arrived just in time!
