The Fire Extinguishing Alliance Army charged madly into Nanxi Bay.
Cao Yang led the experts of the Fire Sparrow Kingdom in a desperate, last-ditch defense. However, the enemy had too many experts, and their army swept forward with the force of a tidal wave.
"General, we can't hold them back!"
"We have to retreat!"
The sheer momentum of the Fire Extinguishing Alliance Army had terrified some soldiers to the point of a mental breakdown.
On the side of the Fire Sparrow Kingdom, morale plummeted.
The casualties were staggering. Even several Martial Arts experts had fallen.
Clad in armor, Cao Yang's eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a wild beast.
He roared, "Death Squad, charge with me!"
'Retreat? That's impossible.' Cao Yang would never allow himself to fall back.
He led the death squad in a charge against the Fire Extinguishing Alliance Army. Every member of the squad had been handpicked—they were men who had long since disregarded life and death.
