On the icy plain, the snow flew everywhere.
The fierce battle between Zhuge Yu and his three companions and five followers continued, lightning tearing through ghost spirits, flames clashing with ice blades, katana's wind blades intertwined with the cold light of longswords, and shockwaves of spiritual energy shattered the ice continuously.
In mid-air, two figures stood facing each other from afar, emanating a pressure even more terrifying than that of the battlefield below, slowly spreading.
"A Royal Major General?" Shengongsi Hao Er's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing by.
Being so young yet already at the level of a Major General requires not only significant military merits but also a deep background. However, upon recalling, he didn't remember any Golden Clan named Qin within the Empire.
But this surprise was quickly replaced by arrogance. It didn't matter, so what about a Major General?
A mere Major General was not worth his attention.
