Ever since the four generals of Huanghua Mountain had been subdued, the Shang Army was like a tiger that had grown wings. Deng Zhong, Xin Huan, and the four fierce generals of strange arts entered its ranks, making up for the army's shortcomings in battle strength.
The morale of the entire western expedition force surged. Its blade-like vanguard was cold and sharp, its Banners snapped fiercely, and it smashed through all resistance along the way, driving straight to the foot of Xiqi City.
In the blink of an eye, Great Shang's vast army pressed up outside the gates of Xiqi City.
Dust filled the sky, iron armor shone, and the Ink Qilin stood at the front of the formation, its might towering to the heavens.
Wen Zhong's black robes snapped in the wind. Holding the Male and Female Twin Whips, his gaze was icy and sharp, locked firmly on the Xiqi battle formation below the city.
The city gates stood wide open. Jiang Ziya led the gathered immortals and generals out in formation, the two armies facing each other head-on as the killing chill of the battlefield instantly shrouded heaven and earth.
Wen Zhong's temperament was fierce, unyielding, and domineering; he acted with sweeping decisiveness and had always disdained battles of the tongue.
Before Jiang Ziya could even speak, killing intent abruptly rose in his eyes. Beneath him, the Ink Qilin threw back its head and neighed, then suddenly charged out at full speed.
"You whelps of Xiqi, rebelling against your ruler and betraying your superiors, harming my great generals—today, you will repay this blood debt with blood!"
His furious shout rang out above the two armies. The Male and Female Twin Whips carried rolling heavenly thunder, golden light exploding as, with the supreme might of a true-transmission disciple of