The black sail and white python flag of Zhou flapped wildly in the snow-laden cold wind. Behind the masked man was a vast and endless army of Zhou's black-armored cavalry, majestic and imposing, like a giant beast awakening in the wind and snow, revealing its claws and fangs, daring no one to oppose its might.
Sal Khan clenched his fist and slightly raised his chin to look at the sudden black line on the horizon. In the midst of the blizzard, he seemed to hear the uniform marching of Zhou's army. He was unsure of Zhou's intentions, and a sense of anxiety suddenly arose in his heart.
Although today is the Four-Nation Alliance, there's no guarantee that Zhou and Yan might not unite to launch an attack.
Such weather is not favorable for the Elephant Army to fight. Elephants fear the cold and have never experienced battling in snow before, perhaps they might not cooperate.
"Prepare for battle!" Sal Khan shouted loudly.
