Among the White Tiger Army's two hundred thousand White Tiger Armor soldiers, the oldest had followed Xuanyuan Xueluo for nearly sixty or seventy years.
Having followed Xuanyuan Xueluo into battle for so many years, they were more accustomed to judging the state of battle through her state of mind than through her repeated commands.
So when they first sensed that grief in Xuanyuan Xueluo's heart, that resolve to march to her death without ever turning back, they understood at once-this might be their last Formation Charge following Great General Xue Luo.
Though the ancients often said that every banquet under heaven must end, when the day of parting truly came, how many could face it calmly?
And so their reluctance to part, their hatred for Guifang, and their hopes of ending this long war poured out in an instant through those repeated cries of "No rest until death!"
It was as though they were saying, our general was leaving, and they would give her the grandest farewell.
And so, amid those cries of "No rest until death!", the white tiger formed from battle intent above the formation of two hundred thousand White Tiger Armor soldiers grew clearer and clearer, until even each individual hair could be seen distinctly.
Boom!
With a roar from that white tiger, Xuanyuan Xueluo did not even need to thrust her spear. The gale stirred up by its roar scattered the Corpse Wraith Military Formation blocking their way.
The White Tiger Army, its momentum already soaring like a rainbow, now swept through like splitting bamboo.
In mere moments, they broke through several Corpse Wraith Military Formations in succession and crushed hundreds of ghost generals at the Flying Jiangshi level.
Although Guifang had summoned countless corpse wraiths, few had cultivation at the Flying Jiangshi level.
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