The Ghost-Face Flower covered Zara's face, concealing her expression, but a glimmer of moisture showed in her eyes.
The land before her was so familiar. The Western Mountain Royal Clan had lived here for generations. To her, this land was home.
She turned a deaf ear to the sounds of slaughter around her and simply stared blankly at the land before her. Mist gathered in her eyes. She pressed her lips tightly together without a word, and the mist grew thicker until she could no longer hold back. Tears the size of beans pattered down her face. Chen Mu sighed softly, but he did not know what to say to comfort her.
Mosang's army seemed to have been dosed with stimulants as they surged toward the enemy like a tide! Not far from the two of them, Mosang stood surrounded by guards, his face brimming with triumphant satisfaction. After today, the entire Hundred Abyss Prefecture would be in his pocket. Even the Black Abyss People had fallen before him. Who else could stand in his way?
No one could believe they had conquered the territory of the Black Abyss People. Even he felt as though he were dreaming.
The Black Abyss People had only five hundred Flexible Assassins left. On the other side, riding the momentum of his great victory, Mosang had expanded his army severalfold in a very short time. Cunning beyond measure, he sent these unintegrated forces to the front lines. How could the newly recruited Flexible Assassins have ever experienced the ferocity and ruthlessness of the Black Abyss People's Flexible Assassins? They soon suffered devastating casualties, but whenever they approached the brink of collapse, Mosang committed his elite troops. Once the fighting stabilized, he withdrew those elites and replaced them with another batch of new recruits.
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