Boom—
The last million Xuanyang soldiers, who had long thirsted for battle, growled low. Their eyes burned with fanaticism as they looked upon their commander. High above the heavens, Li Xuanyang stood clad in armor, only his eyes exposed. Golden flames smelted his entire body, and the scorching blaze in his gaze fell upon every one of them.
"Present!"
The million-strong army roared as one.
"Full army, attack! Annihilate Qingyun!!"
Boom—
As Li Xuanyang turned and charged at the Azure Heaven Myriad Sword Barrier at the head of the force, the million Xuanyang soldiers behind him were utterly ignited. That sea of fire blazed with a thunderous roar, waves of flame surging into the sky like a tsunami, like countless fiery devils charging down from the mountains.
Buzzz—
Wherever the army passed, the earth was charred black and the trees went up in flames!
Seeing this scene, Li Yunxi could not help sighing inwardly. This man had never been proper; ever since childhood, he had coveted her body. Yet on a true battlefield, his bravery was reliable. Such valor would indeed bring him a certain degree of harm, but to his enemies, he was even more of a nightmare. He killed and set fires without mercy. It was precisely people like him who most easily became the first heroes of war!
"The final million will definitely be the heavy blow that shatters the balance. War is not merely about direct confrontation—it is also about psychology."
If the entire army had charged in from the beginning, the Qingyun warriors' psychological expectations would have been entirely different. Now, they had believed they could hold the line, only to suddenly suffer a crushing blow. The mental collapse this caused would be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, Li Yunxi recalled the disastrous defeat at Myriad