The Medallion novel Chapter 1601

It didn't take long before the army of the human race gained an advantage over the army of the spiritual race guarding the food and provisions.

Now, it was the Purple-flaming Phoenix's time to shine. It had been hiding in the dark, ready to attack. Raising its majestic head, it let out a ferocious roar and rushed towards the carriages. Spurting hot flames from its mouth, the Purple-flaming Phoenix set the carriages ablaze.

Their attacks had caught the troops of the spiritual race off-guard. With their food and provisions now on fire, they frantically tried to put out the flames but to no avail. After a while, they could do nothing but watch helplessly as their supplies were burned to ashes.

It took almost only ten minutes until everything was burnt to a crisp.

"Retreat!" Seeing that his mission was accomplished, Maxwell gave the signal to fall back.

Soon, the human army of a thousand people began to retreat while the Purple-flaming Phoenix covered them.

The spiritual race's soldiers were terrified of the Purple-flaming Phoenix, so they didn't dare to chase after them. Instead, they watched remorsefully as Maxwell led his army away.

With their supplies burnt, their commander sent a report to Phelps immediately.

Phelps, who was in charge of the army attacking the Tiger Whisker Pass, grew furious when he heard that their supplies were ambushed and burned.

Food and provisions were an army's lifeline. Moreover, Phelps had tens of thousands of people under his command; the sheer amount of supplies they needed for just one day was astonishing. Without food, they were all going to starve. It would only take around three days of no food for them to succumb to their doom.

"Damn it! These humans are despicable," Phelps cursed angrily. Blue veins stood out on his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot with rage. Ever since the military distribution map was stolen, it seemed the humans never run out of tricks up their sleeves. The unfortunate series of events were making him go crazy.

"We have to seize the Tiger Whisker Pass today, no matter what!" Phelps knew that, if they didn't take the Tiger Whisker Pass this time, his army would be destroyed. Hunger would soon overtake them; they might not even have a chance to retreat. Their only chance at survival now was to get what they came for.

As a result, Phelps ordered the soldiers to attack more fiercely.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battle, Rocky and Commander Wei were in fighting heatedly. Rocky was simultaneously keeping an eye on the battlefield, and he noticed when the spiritual race's attacks grew more intense.

'It seems that Maxwell and his men have succeeded in sneak attack, so the army of the spiritual race is growing desperate. They must want to take down the Tiger Whisker Pass and grab our food and provisions,' Rocky thought to himself.

Although the more intense efforts of the enemy also increased the pressure, the message was clear. If the spiritual race didn't seize the Tiger Whisker Pass, their morale would plummet dangerously.

'It's the perfect time to carry out my plan.' Rocky narrowed his eyes and suddenly swung the Mystical Dragon Sword in the air. The violent sword force knocked Commander Wei backwards.

At the same time, Rocky quickly flew back to Tucker's side. "Commander Wang, order the soldiers to withdraw to the south side of the Tiger Whisker Pass immediately."

"What? Why?" Tucker searched Rocky's eyes questioningly.