Yin Hong stood on the Central Army Drill Ground, his immortal robe snapping in the wind, the deep immortal might of a Golden Immortal slowly spreading outward.
His gaze was calm as it swept over the Yin Shang army, which had suffered defeat after defeat for days and looked somewhat exhausted, yet whose fighting spirit had already been rekindled.
With a lift of his hand, an immortal wind brushed across the entire military camp. The scattered formations instantly became orderly, the restless soldiers each returned to their places, weapons stood upright like a forest, and the low, dispirited aura of defeat blanketing the sky was swept clean away by Immortal Power.
After his brief reorganization, the entire Great Shang camp stood stern and disciplined, killing intent condensed and solid. The morale that had just surged wildly settled firmly into place, turning into an iron-blooded military force as heavy and still as a mountain, without the slightest trace of panic or fear of battle left.
With the army's morale settled, Yin Hong headed toward the Central Army Main Tent, intending to meet up with the commander-in-chief and discuss the battle.
At that moment inside the tent, Su Hu and his son Su Quanzhong were frowning over a sand table as they discussed strategy. After days of repeated defeats against Xiqi's Immortal Officials, the predicament of having no immortal holding the army down weighed heavily on both their hearts, and they were racking their brains for a way to break the deadlock.
Suddenly, they heard an immortal wind stir faintly outside the tent, and a tall, straight figure slowly walked in.
At the sound, father and son raised their heads. The instant their gazes landed on the newcomer, both of them shook all over, their pupils abruptly contracting, their faces filled with