Distant Gaze at Ember's Shadow, Souls Shattered; Empty Sighs for Divination, a Battle Futile

Rumble!

Terrifying shockwaves reverberated through the narrow valley passage, crushing the eardrums and minds of every Xiongnu soldier.

Flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, corpses flew through the air—the scene was no different from the end of the world, or some natural catastrophe.

The terrifying power of the explosions had long since shattered the last of their psychological defenses.

Their faces were filled with terror and despair, their eyes vacant, their entire bodies shaking. Even the strength to cry out was almost gone.

They could only curl up numbly on the ground, waiting for death to descend.

Some soldiers had even given up struggling, closing their eyes and accepting this desperate fate.

"What the hell is this? Is this a natural disaster?"

Xubu Lie, hiding amid the pile of corpses, had not escaped unscathed either.

A sharp iron fragment blasted out by an exploding shell pierced brutally through his thigh like a venomous snake. The intense pain drew a muffled groan from him.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes. His face turned even paler, and his body shook more violently still.

His hair had been scorched black by the flames of the explosions, while dust and blood mixed across his face, leaving him in the most wretched state imaginable.

The wound in his thigh continued to bleed. Warm blood streamed down along the gash, staining the corpses beneath him red, sticky and reeking.

He slightly raised his head and looked through the gaps in the billowing smoke and heaps of corpses toward the open ground of Black Wind Valley thirty zhang away, his eyes filled with unwillingness and fear.

Victory, so close at hand, had turned into a deadly trap in the blink of an eye.

Forty thousand fierce Xiongnu cavalrymen had, in the blink of an eye, suffered grievous casualties