The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"The monster has been repelled!"

"Ah! Come out and have a look! Those monsters are gone."

In the city lord's mansion, the soldiers ran out cheering one after another. When they saw Mu Bai and the four disciples, they were all taken aback.

at this time.Ziyan, Tianming and Shushu walked over slowly, seeing the soldiers here, Ziyan and Tianming's expressions didn't change, but Baidi was very surprised.

The officer said to Mu Bai: "My name is Joycen, and I am the commander of the [-]rd Infantry Division of the Western Legion."

Mu Bai nodded slightly and said, "Is the marshal still there?"

Joycen sighed, "Come with me." Then he turned and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

Mu Bai glanced at Tianming and the others behind him, and immediately followed Joysen towards the mansion.

Entering the large courtyard, I saw thousands of ordinary civilians standing densely inside. When these civilians saw Joysen, they consciously gave way to him. They were quite frightened, and they all looked shocked. Looking in horror at Mu Bai who followed in.

Mu Bai ignored the gazes of those civilians, and followed Joysen straight to the center of the yard, where he saw a mighty middle-aged man wearing refined armor, lying there weakly at the moment, with two resolute soldiers holding torches in their hands , who are in charge of guarding there.

This middle-aged man is Cang Meng's father, Generalissimo Cang Sang Hai of Xijiang.

"Teacher."

Seeing Joysen, the two soldiers immediately put their right fists on their chests and saluted him with a standard military salute.

"Is this the marshal?" Mu Bai looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and asked with a serious face.

Joysen nodded and said, "Yes, the Marshal refused to evacuate the city wall in the previous battle and was injured by a monster. I rescued him with all my might."

Mu Bai nodded slightly, placed Cang Meng's body gently beside the middle-aged man, and began to carefully examine the middle-aged man's injuries.

The breath of the middle-aged man was already extremely weak, and there was a deep paw print on his abdomen, which was simply wrapped with a cloth.

Joycen said: "Our magicians are all killed in battle. If the Marshal could have been treated in time, it wouldn't be like this now, alas..."

Mu Bai inspected for a while, then said sadly: "He doesn't have much time."