Xiahou Nan was saved by an Immortal Realm cultivator. He swung back onto his horse and continued leading his army into battle.
But after Xiao Mo killed several of the Wei Kingdom's generals in succession, the Qin Kingdom Army's morale soared far above its enemy's.
Meanwhile, Xiao Mo also mounted his horse, riding his Snow-Treading Horse into the fighting at the front.
Xiao Mo charged relentlessly through the battlefield of a million men, leaving corpses wherever he went.
Above the clouds, the Ascension Realm cultivators of both sides fought with their arts.
The Immortal Realm cultivators also faced off against one another over the battlefield.
Many soldiers charged at cultivators of the upper three realms as though their lives meant nothing.
Those cultivators killed them as easily as gutting fish, taking several soldiers' lives with a casual movement.
Yet those soldiers did not die in vain.
Whatever their realm, every cultivator depended on maintaining a single breath of momentum.
Once they sank into the mire of the battlefield, an endless stream of martial cultivators and soldiers would wear down that breath and drain their spiritual energy.
If they failed to draw their next breath in time, they could very well be buried in that blood-soaked earth.
Many cultivators of the upper three realms had fallen on the battlefield precisely this way.
And Xiao Mo stood out far too much on the battlefield.
Naturally, some Jade Uncut Realm and Nascent Soul Realm cultivators noticed him.
They tried to ambush and kill Xiao Mo.
But the cultivators of the Northern Wilds and that one-eyed general stood in front of him, protecting him so he could fight to his heart's content!
The battle lasted two full days and nights.
The battle line pushed closer and closer to Bishui City.
Xiahou Nan sensed that