Iron-clad troops charged forward in a thunderous rush.
The army formed ranks and surged ahead. Whoever stood in their path was trampled into pulp. The main road shook with rumbling thunder as over a thousand armored soldiers ran in a frenzied charge. Even if scattered troops from their own side stood before them, they would not stop; they trampled them without a care. The archers drew their arrows, ready to fire.
Bai Yujun lightly tapped off with her toes and floated into the air, her white dress fluttering as she landed atop the archway in the middle of the street.
The archway was made of stone, huge and sturdy.
Watching those thunderous armored troops, she found it somewhat interesting. Many cultivators and Demonic Cultivator experts were mixed among the soldiers. Of course—when the world fell into chaos, it was an opportunity for Demonic Cultivators. How could they possibly miss it? Another Aristocratic Clan working with the demonic sects.
"Not bad. Tonight, I can have some fun."
Her numb nerves had finally found a little amusement. Besides, the commanders' warhorses could fill her stomach. Very nice.
This Battle Array was likely the core elite of the rebels. Their equipment was better than that of the miscellaneous soldiers and refugees dragged into their ranks. They were well-trained, clad in iron armor, and cooperated seamlessly. The Aristocratic Clans behind them must have smashed a great deal of their household wealth together to field such an armored army. How could an ordinary commoner uprising possess something like this?
She sat cross-legged, a guqin laid across her knees.
Her fingers moved, and music rose. It began with the familiar "Ambush from Ten Sides." This was the first time Bai Yujun had played this piece on a guqin in this world. In an instant, many who