You Chao Clan stepped forward, his voice deep and steady. "Xuanyuan, quickly order all the divisions to converge here! The army's morale has collapsed, and the formation has already broken apart. If we don't regroup now, I'm afraid we'll suffer more than fifty percent casualties!"
Xuanyuan gave a wry smile and shook his head. "That's certainly true, but the fog has sealed us in on every side. We can't even tell east from southeast or north from west. How am I supposed to issue orders?"
You Chao Clan suddenly raised the Human Creation Whip in his hand and laughed loudly. "How could we have forgotten this sacred object?" He then turned to the others, his tone solemn. "This whip was held by the Holy Mother Empress when she molded clay to create humanity. How could ordinary metal or spiritual jade possibly compare?" Before he had finished speaking, he flung the whip into the air. It hung motionless, then suddenly spread a circle of gentle, seven-colored radiance, like dawn tinting the morning clouds. The light steadily covered an area ten zhang across, and the fog retreated upon touching it, dissolving inch by inch.
Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's heart jolted violently, as though something deep within his bloodline had been lightly tapped. As he gazed at the whip floating quietly in the air, an indescribable attachment and awe surged straight to the crown of his head. Every human soldier present instinctively lowered his head and pressed his palms together. All fear vanished, leaving behind only pure, devout reverence.
Before long, the fog wavered, and squads of armored soldiers bearing weapons groped their way out of the chaos. Some followed the light, while others followed the orders. Within half a day, they had all gathered. Xuanyuan made a rough count and found that nearly