The great army of the Great Light Dynasty crossed tens of thousands of rivers and mountains to arrive, and after a bout of brutal slaughter, fewer than three billion defeated soldiers and stragglers now remained.
Furthermore, these remaining individuals had plunged into a deep, agonizing sorrow as if the sky had fallen due to Chu Tianya's death, standing there utterly dazed and at a complete loss for how to handle what lay ahead.
Surrounded by hundreds of billions of troops from more than a dozen neighboring dynasties, amidst an atmosphere of universal grief across heaven and earth, every pair of eyes burned with naked murderous intent.
Chu Tianya was dead, and the army of Great Light was left without a leader. At this moment, they were simply fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others!
Yet no one acted rashly at the moment, all waiting for Mr. Bai's attitude. Bai Yang had not stepped forward much during this battle, but his role was unquestionable; one could say he had single-handedly tipped the scales to determine the outcome, and among the hundreds of billions present, not a single person dared to ignore his stance.
Whether to kill or to spare—the life and death of these several billion people from Great Light rested entirely on a single thought from Bai Yang!
Seemingly resigned to their fate, Great Light commanders Chu Hao and Chu Jiang stood in utter silence. They were little better than the ordinary soldiers, and Chu Tianya's death had left them bewildered and helpless.
For as long as they could remember, Chu Tianya had been the very sky above their heads, but now that sky had collapsed. No one would ever prop up a canopy for them again, and everything would have to rely on them alone.
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