The Divine General Displays His Might

"Thank you very much!!"

Long Chen clasped his fists in gratitude, his expression turning serious.

Gazing into the distance, he spotted a general in the enemy camp's center, wielding a pitch-black Jiaogong bow—the same person who had fired that arrow just now.

Locking onto his target, Long Chen's eyes turned icy cold.

Because Dian Wei and Xu Chu, two generals, were currently leading infantry and cavalry under Long Chen's command, they weren't guarding by his side.

This also meant that his security had to rely on those third-tier Yellow Turban warriors.

These Yellow Turban warriors were more than capable of dealing with ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, but they were lacking compared to the enemy's elite generals, allowing gaps for them to exploit.

"Danan, do you dare to venture with me into the enemy's central camp?"

Long Chen chuckled heartily, his spear tip flicking and stabbing, causing dozens more to fall to the ground.