On the battlefield, where beacon fires stretched to the heavens and gunpowder smoke filled the air, more than one person noticed Lin Bingchun's familiar figure.
The Dagan War God's renown had been forged through legendary battles where he had defeated the many with the few and turned the tide of heaven and earth.
Every Dagan soldier had once sat in tents and beside campfires, listening to their elders recount Lin Bingchun's heroic deeds.
His name had long become a symbol of victory and glory, deeply branded into everyone's hearts.
Yet now, seeing him appear among the enemy ranks, they felt as though five bolts of thunder had struck them at once, leaving their minds utterly blank.
The shock and confusion surged like raging tides, instantly drowning their reason.
This violent blow caused their morale, already wavering from the fierce battle, to become like a candle stub in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
The army, already a chaotic mess, was now even more panic-stricken, the soldiers whispering among themselves.
Their eyes were filled with alarm and fear, as though they had fallen into a terrifying nightmare.
Lu Wenhao recognized Lin Bingchun at a glance. His eyes instantly widened until they were round, as though his eye sockets were about to split apart.
The expression on his face gradually shifted from initial shock into near-mad disbelief.
His fingers trembled violently beyond his control as he pointed straight at Lin Bingchun.
His voice rose eight octaves from extreme shock and fury as he nearly shrieked hysterically, "Th-this... how is this possible?
How could he be here, and even mingling with the people of the Wanze Sect?
Wasn't he missing?"
Zhou Qingyuan's face also turned deathly pale in an instant, his lips trembling slightly. "Th-this is absolutely impossible. How could