CHAPTER 1002: CHAPTER 250: HAN MIAOZHEN: WHO BURNED MY ARMY PROVISIONS!_3

Han Miaozhen squinted her eyes and said, "You actually dare to look down on our Sect Hierarch like this, prepare to die!"

As Han Miaozhen spoke, she started fighting with the two again, and the Turtle and Crane duo, not to be outdone, teamed up and were evenly matched against Han Miaozhen.

Not far away, Elder Quan watched the refugee army collapsing like an avalanche, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, along with a brewing rage. Who, who on earth burned my provisions? If no one had burned my provisions, how could my Zoroastrian Sect suffer such a defeat?

Damn it, who is it, if I find out, I will cut you to pieces, cut you to pieces!

Elder Quan was extremely angry at this time, wishing he could immediately kill the dog thief who burned his provisions.

As he thought this, suddenly a pain surfaced three inches from his ribs, a vital point left behind from the Quan Divine Pill he took to survive years ago, which forcibly overtaxed his martial arts foundation.

This is the Guan Yuan Acupoint, three inches from the ribs.

Whenever he gets emotional or channels energy, it causes intense pain in the Guan Yuan Acupoint.

Moreover, during battle, this spot is very vulnerable—if touched, it can leave him powerless, even temporarily losing skill.

Elder Quan quickly calmed himself and looked toward Centipede Mountain behind him.

No, I have to go back immediately.

Thinking this, Elder Quan immediately waved his long staff and shouted, "Retreat!"

With a shout, his Quan Divine Soldiers began an organized retreat, clearly showing Elder Quon was truly anxious.

Not entangling with Wang Baobao any longer, he had to leave immediately, even if it meant paying a slight price.

Thinking this, Elder Quan forcibly broke away from Wang Baobao. Seeing Centipede Mountain burning like this, Wang Baobao thought to himself, it’s about enough—Elder Quan might leave, but it seems unlikely he can save the provisions.

Now there’s no need to fight hard against Elder Quan.

So, he relaxed a bit, only leaving over a hundred of Elder Quan’s Quan Divine Soldiers to be killed.

Elder Quan felt heartache, but he couldn’t care about that now.

He immediately led the Quan Divine Soldiers and rushed toward Centipede Mountain. Han Miaozhen, seeing Elder Quan leave the battlefield, felt relieved. Maybe returning now could save some provisions, enough to support them for a while!

Han Miaozhen could only continue fighting the Turtle and Crane duo.

After Elder Quan left the battlefield, no one could restrain Wang Baobao’s cavalry. They turned around and began chasing down the refugees.

Zhong Guang frantically reorganized the defensive line, but it couldn’t be stopped.

Retreat ten miles, the second defensive line, collapsed!

Retreat twenty miles, the third defensive line, collapsed!

Retreat thirty miles, the fourth defensive line, collapsed!

Retreat forty miles, the fifth defensive line, collapsed!

Retreat fifty miles, the sixth defensive line, finally, they held!

Upon chasing here, due to many thick forests, many sharp stones harmful to horses’ hooves, and a river, these natural conditions supported Zhong Guang in holding the sixth defensive line. If he couldn’t, they would genuinely be pushed into the main camp.

But having chased here, the entire Zoroastrian Sect had only over six thousand sect disciples left, plus over thirty thousand refugees, and the defense line here was also precarious.

One could say that this battle virtually shattered the refugee troops.

Many refugees were trampled to death on the road, cut down by government soldiers from behind, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Those who didn’t die, some hid in the mountains and forests, while others quietly returned home, hoping to find a way to survive.

One could say after this great battle, Huangzhou Prefecture was a scene of devastation.

Out of eight hundred thousand citizens, after this battle, having five hundred thousand left would be fortunate. At least three hundred thousand either died or were displaced.

This was both a natural disaster and a human calamity.

Zhong Guang organized the last rebel army, guarding by the water. Clearly, he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

But as a stubborn person, no matter what, he would keep fighting tenaciously, to the bitter end!

Elder Quan, leading eight hundred Quan Divine Soldiers, charged straight towards Centipede Mountain. Despite their cavalry speed, it would still take about an hour.

At that time, towards Centipede Mountain, Chen Jie led thirty thousand men to annihilate all living souls in the entire camp, then transported the provisions to a nearby valley not far away.

And on another road, five hundred Fishing Guild martial disciples carried provisions, feigning a retreat via another mountain road—a deceptive tactic.

In reality, Chen Jie led people hiding in the valley.

This valley wasn’t tall, nor dense, and one could see through it at a glance—clearly not a place suitable for hiding.

But don’t forget, before Chen Jie came, he sought out Mirage. Mirage, obeying Chen Jie’s command, directly set up an illusion over the valley, restoring everything inside to its original state.

By naked eye, you couldn’t tell that people and provisions were hidden within the valley.

This is Mirage’s power; its illusion could even fool Elder Quan and Han Miaozhen.

Some say the world’s only spiritual beasts belong to Wudang Zhang Sanfeng’s Black Turtle and Basiba National Master’s treasure, but if you look closely, there should also be this Mirage that even Heavenly List Experts cannot counter.