No one knew that, just as the armies at the front were about to clash and every eye on the field was being held there, in that hidden moment, within the shadowed woods behind the Xiqi main camp, an identical figure in battle armor, tall and straight, quietly emerged.
It was another true body of Huang Feihu, whose appearance, aura, and armor were no different from the commander before the lines!
He drew in every trace of killing aura around him, hiding his figure in the darkness, his movements light and swift, without the slightest sound.
Beside him, Huang Tianhua wore a youth's battle armor, Magic Treasure in hand, his expression alert and solemn as he kept close to his father. Father and son held their breath and focused their minds.
Using the frontal battle as cover, they avoided every scout, sentry, and patrol behind Xiqi's lines, silently advancing step by step toward the deepest core of the Xiqi camp.
The instant the two armies crashed together, the entire battlefield shuddered violently.
In past battles, the Great Shang troops had mostly retreated step by step, collapsing at the first touch, which had long since fixed a certain belief in the minds of the Xiqi soldiers—Yin Shang's army morale had already rotted away, and they were not worth a fight.
But today, when steel truly met flesh at close quarters, every Xiqi soldier's expression changed sharply, their hearts shaking.
The Great Shang soldiers before them showed not the slightest sign of decline, defeat, or weakness.
Though their numbers were clearly far fewer than the Xiqi allied army, every one of them had fighting spirit that soared to the heavens, fierce and unafraid of death. Their armor was stained with dust, yet their bodies stood straight, and the clash of weapons rang