Within the Xiqi main camp, dusk hung heavy. The candlelight in the tent flickered bright and dim, casting the faces of the assembled generals and Chan Sect disciples in grave shadow.
The scene from moments ago, when Ma Yuan had eaten a human heart raw before the two armies, savage and ferocious, still lingered in everyone's minds and would not fade.
Jiang Ziya sat upright in the commander's seat, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression full of worry.
Ever since Ma Yuan had emerged to aid Shang, his methods had been cruel and terrifying, utterly inhuman. Before the battle lines, he had devoured the flesh and blood of enemy soldiers alive, his brutal might shocking both armies.
It was not only the Xiqi soldiers who still felt lingering fear; even in the Great Shang camp opposite, the Shang Army troops dreaded such an evil, monstrous thing.
For a time, both the eastern and western camps were sunk in a low, oppressive atmosphere. Everyone's heart trembled, afraid that they might be the next to suffer under Ma Yuan's venomous hand. The morale of the troops was pressed low by that vicious, savage aura.
Yang Jian and Deng Chanyu stepped out side by side, went forward, and bowed as they reported to Jiang Ziya. They explained in full detail how, when the two of them had faced Ma Yuan earlier, they had secretly used their methods and temporarily bound his movements with spell arts, making it difficult for him to stir up more slaughter for a short time.
After hearing the two of them, Jiang Ziya's tense shoulders loosened slightly, and the heart hanging in his chest settled a little for the moment.
But he knew clearly in his heart that this was only a stopgap measure.
As long as the fierce