"The Grand General King is dead. Rather than be that dog emperor's dog, join us Demon Race! I, the Champion King, shall govern the realm with propriety and guide the people with benevolence and merit. I will surely become a wise ruler of my generation, far surpassing Emperor Taining, who sold out the Worthy Crown Prince..."
On all four sides of the city walls, Human Race vassals of the Demon Race used demon artifacts to shout the same words.
Countless demons swarmed up the walls, fighting the River Guard Army in a bloody melee.
Some generals stared at the battlefield in confusion.
The Grand General King, the sword guarding the river, had died. Gao Tiankuo, the shield guarding the river, had fallen. The Poison Strategist was gone.
The River Guard Army was not merely leaderless. It no longer even had a neck.
Even though Ouyang Li's final letter had been distributed, arranging every matter in Worthy Prince City with meticulous order, a stranger arriving here to watch the battle would not have noticed anything amiss.
Each army advanced and retreated in measured fashion. The generals commanded properly, the soldiers obeyed orders without fail, and they fought the Demon Race blow for blow. In many places, they even held an overwhelming advantage.
Yet deep in every general's eyes seemed to lie a volcano named despair.
A grief-stricken army was bound to win—but could it win for one day, two days, or three?
In the past, no matter what hardships the River Guard Army encountered, even if catastrophe loomed overhead, everyone believed that with the Grand General King there, everything would be fine.
And if all else failed, there was Gao Tiankuo. He was the most honest and loyal of men, and he would never abandon his brothers. Everyone knew that if