The next day, frost blanketed the earth. Blades of grass, doors, and windows were covered in a thin layer of white frost; the cold was no less biting than deep winter.
While the sky was still dim and the sun had yet to show its face, Yangwu Grand Barracks had already finished breakfast, and the cooking smoke had faded away.
One burly, imposing warrior after another burst with blazing vitality. Clad in black armor, they stood in formation like ghosts from hell.
At the officers' command, they filed out through the barracks gate and surged toward the inner city.
This time, to display the might of the Yangwu Army, Meng Zhao had specifically brought three battalions into the city. They were all the finest performers among the ten battalions, the fiercest and most fearless warriors.
At the same time, all the generals under his command had been mobilized. Only a few remained behind to guard the camp; the rest donned heavy armor and followed him to the Howling Wind Main Hall.
It could be said that Innates had gathered, experts were as numerous as clouds, and powerful warriors fell like rain.
With the great army's formation and momentum gathered as one, any demons, monsters, and freaks who stood in his path would be smashed to pieces.
Such a massive army entering the city with such fanfare could not possibly be kept hidden.
Along the way, the forceful clank of marching footsteps had already awakened countless people from their dreams.
The clever ones had long since shut their doors and windows tight, huddling with their families and trembling.
The foolish ones opened their doors, saw the army that resembled ghostly death warriors, and were scared half to death before finally understanding what was happening.
Of course, that was limited to ordinary