Urgent News Arrives, the Dynasty Falls

At the northern border, yellow sand filled the sky. The bitter wind swept fine grains of sand against the armor with savage force, producing sharp crackling sounds.

Across the battlefield stretching for hundreds of miles, corpses lay everywhere. Blood had soaked through the heavy yellow sand, congealing into dark crimson crusts. Broken weapons and shattered armor lay scattered in layers, a horrifying sight.

The million-strong armies of the two great empires had faced off and slaughtered each other here for days without pause.

Ruo Rufeng, Grand Marshal of the Bright Moon Empire's frontier forces, wore silver armor so drenched in blood that its original color was no longer visible. Countless saber, spear, and sword marks crisscrossed its surface, while the gaps in the armor were packed with hardened blood.

The warhorse beneath him was drenched in sweat, hot white vapor pouring from its nostrils and mouth. Its limbs trembled faintly; it had already been exhausted by the prolonged battle.

Yet the man on horseback still held his back perfectly straight, like an unfallen mountain guarding the border. His eyes were as sharp as cold stars, fixed firmly on the tall figure at the center of the enemy formation.

"Long Wushuang! Your Radiant Sun army may be fierce, but if you want to crush the Bright Moon northern border, you'll have to step over this marshal's corpse first!"

Ruo Rufeng's voice boomed like a great bell, piercing the howling wind and resounding across the battlefield.

The Savage Tiger Saint Saber in his hand hummed and trembled. Chilling light flowed across its black blade as his remaining Soul Power surged forth, shielding the tens of thousands of exhausted yet unyielding Bright Moon soldiers behind him.

Opposite him stood Long Wushuang, commander-in-chief of the Radiant Sun Empire's entire army. Clad in imposing black-and-gold