Jiang Feng trusted Durut completely, but Durut's continued refusal to make a move left him deeply puzzled.
Just as Jiang Feng was full of doubts and anxious that they might lose their chance, another change occurred among the clan army below.
The clan army, which should have swiftly passed through this stretch of terrain, unexpectedly halted its march once more under Yuan Zong's orders.
Jiang Feng was completely dumbfounded!
Just what were Yuan Zong and Durut, master and disciple, doing?
Having the cavalry march unarmored had already been a grave military taboo on Yuan Zong's part, yet now he had actually stopped the cavalry in terrain like this!
Was that something a general should do?
And on the other side, why was Durut still refusing to attack when such a juicy morsel was right at his lips?
While Jiang Feng was filled with questions, Durut, who should have remained hidden on the opposite mountaintop, unexpectedly rode the Azure Ox out from his hiding place.
"This..." Jiang Feng grew anxious. "What is the general doing?"
At that moment, one of the commanders beside him seemed to suddenly understand.
"Chieftain, we've already won!"
"The clan cavalry below have removed their armor to make their intentions known—they won't resist."
"That should also be why the general didn't order an attack!"
Jiang Feng froze. "We've won before the battle has even begun?"
"And how did Yuan Zong know we were lying in ambush here?"
The commander shrugged, indicating that he had no idea.
By then, Durut on the other side had fully emerged, exposing himself directly to Yuan Zong's sight.
"Master!" His voice, carried by divine power, rolled down from the mountaintop to the plain below, tinged with several shades of excitement.
Yuan Zong looked up at Durut, narrowing his eyes as a smile