Four!
Three!
The Jiangzhou Military Law Officer's short, clipped countdown was like a butcher's blade hanging over everyone's heads. With every number, that blade edged a little closer to their scalps.
Yet everyone felt that blade hanging overhead.
As the countdown continued, the seven hundred thousand troops under Grand Governor Ji Yuan involuntarily tightened their grips on their weapons. The dampness in their palms gave them a slick, chilling sensation, and their expressions grew tense.
Most of the soldiers present were veterans. A veteran could tell roughly how capable the opposing soldiers were with a single glance.
The army before them was unquestionably elite among elites.
Those icy gazes held not the slightest emotional ripple.
These were true veteran elites, forged only through personally cutting down dozens upon dozens of enemies.
Facing such an army, even though they outnumbered them two to one, victory would likely still be a pyrrhic one!
In contrast, Ye Zhen's Zhenhai Army was far calmer at this moment.
They had earned so much Military Merit in the Devil Race's heartland, and seized so much loot that had been distributed among them personally—yet Grand Governor Ji Yuan of the Human-Demon Battlefield had dismissed it all with a single sentence.
Anyone who listened to that would be a fool!
Most of the time, soldiers only recognized the marshal who directly commanded them. As for the marshal above their marshal—sorry, never heard of him, especially when their own pillar was right there.
Two!
As the Military Law Officer conducting the countdown spoke that number, he involuntarily swallowed, visibly nervous.
He knew perfectly well that once the countdown ended, a bloody battle would erupt here.
Princess Changle stood between the two armies, her sleeves fluttering. Countless half-visible ghostly spirits suddenly emerged behind her, emanating an incomparably terrifying aura.
Grand