But that feeling of an uncertain future still nearly suffocated Qi Feng...
He did not know what to do. The general commanding them probably did not know either.
If they returned to the Pan Kingdom, they would be troops under Shao Jun who had survived when Crown Prince Shao Jun had died. They would be buried with him...
But if they did not return, the Black Rock Mountains were full of Black Rock People who hated them to the bone.
Not to mention that their families and friends were still in King Pan City.
The entire army was in utter turmoil. If harsh military discipline had not held them together, the army would have fallen apart long ago.
At some point, Qi Feng drifted off to sleep. In his shallow slumber, he had a nightmare and woke drenched in cold sweat. After that, he could not sleep again.
In the dream, countless Black Rock People swept into the camp like shadows, killing everyone they saw.
And he was like a helpless chick, his throat slit just like that.
Terrified, he stared wide-eyed and struggled with all his might, but he could only watch helplessly as his blood drained away and he died.
It was a terrible feeling!
Without realizing it, Qi Feng had gripped his weapon. At that moment, it seemed to be the only thing that could make him feel safe.
In the haze between sleep and waking, Qi Feng suddenly sensed a shadow moving beside him and heard a scream.
Instinctively, he slashed with his blade... Blood flashed!
The companion beside him, who had just woken screaming from a nightmare, clutched his throat in disbelief. His eyes glinted faintly in the darkness, filled with fear and disbelief.
It suddenly struck Qi Feng that he had worn the same