With Yang Wenbin's conceited character, of course he would not take his fellow disciples who were in the fourth rank seriously, but the guy from Xiaoxiang Academy in front of him was no ordinary fourth rank.

Even I don't dare to be like him, charging into the enemy's army without fear of death, acting as a ferocious tiger, going around to harvest the lives of the enemies.

If it were him, he would probably end up being harvested.

"Follow him and rush inside, stay in line."

Yang Wenbin couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it, but at this time he realized that Feng Jueyu was unusually powerful. He was like a knife, splitting the enemy's formation.

This is a good opportunity.

"Quickly, rush in and use this as a boundary to separate the battlefield. Tiangangmen will definitely win."

"Tiangangmen must win!"

The changes caused by Feng Jueyu triggered changes in some areas of the battlefield.

Although Yang Wenbin and Xuan Fei's group only had ten people, they still followed Feng Jueyu's sharp knife and penetrated the enemy's skin, tearing a huge gash.

Seeing ten people charging in, the fellow disciples on the left and right who were calling for reinforcements immediately noticed the opportunity and responded one after another.

"Damn it, why are the ninth group so fierce today? The battle has just begun and they have torn the enemy apart. It feels so good. Brothers, please cooperate and tear the hole wider."

One of the team leaders roared passionately.

A woman in a yellow shirt on the right responded quickly: "Great, let's tear apart the enemy formation first and occupy the hill in front. Then our army will have more possibilities to counterattack. Brother Qiu Tong, I will cooperate with you."
Chapter completed!