Whether it was Chen Dingye or the Great Khan, they were both powerful figures with strong forces under their command. The stakes were high, and it was impossible to completely fall due to a brief encounter.
The death of a hero could not be obscure.
Eventually, around the area where the Mountain God Temple was located, a bloody slaughter involving tens of thousands took place. Corpses lay everywhere, the murderous aura soaring to the sky, and the stench of blood lingered for days, seeping into the mountain's rocks and soil, turning the stone red never to fade.
Chen Wenmian looked at this intelligence report, his expression hard to read. After a long while, he put the dossier aside and said, "Big Brother."
"What was the outcome of the final battlefield?"
Li Guanyi gave a whistle; the Divine Eagle perched atop the Big Banner folded its wings and plummeted like an arrow, landing on Li Guanyi's shoulder.
