"Otherwise, the whole army may be destroyed here." Hu Piyi swallowed hard and said: "Wenren Cangyue in the Damang main army is fake. I can command a part of the army and I should be able to delay you until

After returning to Qianxia Mountain."

"General, no! If you want to lead the troops to the rear, it is for us to lead the rear!"

"This is an order. My last order as your commander-in-chief, you must obey it." Hu Piyi looked at these generals and added softly and self-deprecatingly: "Or, in other words, give me some final dignity as a general?"

The bodies of these generals were shaking violently due to unbearable pain.

"It is easy to die, but it is difficult to admit that you are not as good as others. Under such circumstances, it is indeed difficult to endure humiliation and survive." At this moment, an old and interfering voice came from behind Hu Piyi

, spread out.

All the spiritual priests wearing spiritual robes had all got out of their chariots and gathered behind Hu Piyi.

"General, please think about it. Even if you die, more people in your army can return to Qianxia Mountain alive. What next?" The leader, an old spiritual priest, asked Hu Piyi.

He bowed and saluted, and said slowly: "Do you think the generals who have reached Qianxia now are more familiar with Qianxia Mountain than you? Can they stop Wenren Cangyue from breaking through Qianxia Mountain? Even if you are also unable to

…You are at least a Saint Master, and at least you will have a chance to kill Wenren Cangyue in the future. You will have a better chance than others... In this case, why can’t you live?”

"We will cut off the throne for the general."

The old spiritual priest looked at Hu Piyi, who was starting to tremble all over, and begged: "General, please live...even if we live in an ignoble way, please don't let us die in vain."
Chapter completed!