Seeing the soldiers' faces fill with despair and the army's morale teeter on the verge of collapse, Jiang Ziya forced down the surging fear in his heart. Standing atop the towering war chariot, he raised his voice to soothe the entire army, his ringing tone drowning out the surrounding thunder of slaughter.
"Steady your minds, all soldiers! Do not throw yourselves into chaos! As long as we grit our teeth and hold on, Xiqi's reinforcements will soon arrive and join us. When that time comes, we will surely smash the Shang Army, pacify this chaotic age, and return peace to all living beings under heaven!"
After that earnest reassurance, the restless, crumbling morale of the army settled slightly. The soldiers tightened their formation, covering one another as they advanced steadily and slowly withdrew toward the east.
During the breakout, Jiang Ziya subconsciously looked back toward the front of that mysterious army in the southwest. A tall, straight female figure seized his gaze at once.
Doubt and alarm churned in his heart. He hurriedly raised a hand and rubbed his eyes, which had been stung sore by dust, then repeatedly activated his own divine abilities and fixed his gaze into the distance. After confirming it several times, he finally made out that person's full appearance.
"Queen Jiang?!"
Jiang Ziya was so startled his body swayed, and he nearly fell from the war chariot, his face filled with stunned disbelief.
Back then, rumor had it that Queen Jiang had angered King Zhou and been cast into the Celestial Prison, where she suffered endless torment and had long since died behind bars. Someone who should have long been dead—how could she now be wearing armor and personally leading a great army here to intercept Xiqi?
The surrounding Xiqi soldiers and generals also gradually