The Military Soul never died; when summoned, it would fight.
In the dust beside the Yellow Springs Road, shadows clustered thickly—dense Black Figures. When the windblown sand settled, what emerged was an iron-blooded army that seemed to have endured savage slaughter. Mounted on horseback, they stood in silent stillness, utterly unmoving.
Bai Yujun walked closer.
Red Armor and iron cuirasses, long spears in hand and Hengdaos at their waists, stood quietly amid an endless surge of violent, savage Military Fiend Aura!
There were men and women, old and young. The young men and women looked valiant as soaring eagles; the elders stood ramrod straight without bent waists; even boys and girls of five or six wore red garments beneath iron armor, carrying spears and blades. All were soldiers!
The officers and soldiers were covered in wounds, their sharp blades a forest of frost. Motionless, they guarded like mountains!
At the center of the formation stood a lofty, tattered blood-red military banner. Solemn and bleak, its Military Soul remained unbroken!
For the first time, Bai Yujun, as a true dragon, felt an indescribable shock that made her instinctively retreat. It was as though the entire iron-blooded legion might awaken and return to life at any moment.
Mounted on horseback, they slept silently, their momentum like a volcano awaiting eruption!
Bai Yujun vaguely felt that their aura was familiar, as though she had seen it somewhere before.
A figure she had not seen for a long time gradually became clear, and she also realized whom that military banner belonged to. No wonder the Military Fiend Aura could force even a true dragon back—it was a genuine iron-blooded legion.
"Zhen Bei..."
"The Tang Empire's Heavenly Policy Army..."
The heavy armor on their bodies had been the final line of defense for the Tang