With a single mishap, the Wind Blade aster found himself entirely at the mercy of the skeleton.
This feeling was something he had never experienced in all of his life.
He was used to lording over others and not being at their mercies.
When the disciples of the Wind Sect saw their sect aster being raised to the sky like some chicken, they knew that shit had just hit the fan. With this understanding, panic set in and it spread like a cancer.
It ate away at the hearts of the disciples and before long, their ranks were shattered as deserters began appearing everywhere. Their unity was broken and the situation became one where everyone was on their own. There was no comradery to be found.
The disciples that numbered in the hundreds of thousands fled for the hills and Zian Yi’s soldiers gave chase under the guidance of the Butcher. He was the one that stood up and took up the lead of the army now that everyone had seen what their commander was.