"What on earth is happening over there? Why does looking in that direction make me feel like my soul is being torn apart?" Gazing into the distance across the icefield, the Great Moon King frowned and asked.
"Mr. Bai must be practicing some kind of secret art," Jiang Haoran said thoughtfully.
The sky above the icefield was clear, yet it seemed shrouded in dark clouds, sending chills through everyone. The higher one's cultivation, the more deeply one felt it. At Jiang Haoran and the others' level, it felt as if a sharp sword were trying to cleave their souls apart from afar.
Chen Yongxin was weaker than they were. He was the first to look away. After pondering for a moment, he changed the subject. "Our army is assembled and ready for battle. Can we really drive Great Light back in this fight?"
Even with the battle upon them, he was still worried. Great Light was an imperial dynasty, utterly incomparable to a kingdom. And even now, in his mind, the goal was only to drive them back, not defeat them. He had never even considered the possibility of leaving them all on the icefield, nor dared to.
Everyone fell silent. No one had any confidence when faced with this question. They could only wait until the end to learn the outcome.
The survival of their nations was at stake. At this point, they had no choice but to fight—and to give it everything they had. Even if they were reduced to a single soldier, they could not retreat.
"I'll go check how the defensive lines are coming along. We can't afford to have no positions ready when Great Light arrives," Jiang Haoran said, getting to his feet.
"Good. I'll check on the formations. Whether they can withstand Great Light's