As Yu Wenye spurred his horse into a gallop, the army formations ahead had already gathered in full.
From a distance, the army of over ten thousand looked like a massive, ominous black cloud that could obscure the sky and block out the sun. It was an awe-inspiring sight, yet its true danger was unknown; up close, it was a sea of people, stretching as far as the eye could see, teeming with heads, their roars echoing like thunder. Countless blades flickering coldly seemed to appear and disappear, rushing forth like an overwhelming tide, as if they were about to crush and engulf everything.
This scene would terrify even the most enraged and irrational beast.
But Yu Wenye did not retreat in the slightest. Holding the reins in one hand and gripping his equally icy Mo Blade in the other, he charged forward to meet the oncoming wave.
