Xu Taiping looked closely and saw, within the phantom image, a gaunt old man with graying hair gripping a great banner. His eyes were sharp as he looked toward the distant enemy camp and said:
"Demon-Slaying Army, heed my command. This raid on their camp will determine whether Blood Prison Pass on the Human Race's Northern Border can hold."
"Today, even if every last one of us old commoners is buried here, we must breach that Demonic Army armory!"
At these words, dozens of aged but powerful voices answered in unison from behind him:
"We obey!"
Then more than a hundred figures, their faces aged and their bodies gaunt, appeared within the image.
Xu Taiping studied each of those figures.
He discovered that although these veteran generals had aged faces, every one of their gazes was as hard as the weapon in their hands.
Just then, the veteran general Xie Xuanqiong suddenly drew his saber in the phantom image and roared once more:
"We are the Demon-Slaying Army under the True Martial Great Emperor! We must never let dust sully the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Banner! Demon-Slaying Army, heed my command! Follow me in a formation charge to our deaths!"
Amid that furious roar, more than a hundred veteran generals charged toward the armory camp ahead in a formation charge.
Their momentum was like a torrent bursting through a dike, unstoppable.
Just as Xu Taiping's heart filled with shock, Kang Cangzi swept his wide sleeve and put away the phantom image.
Then, his eyes filled with respect, he said:
"This battle was also the most brutal this Demon-Slaying Army had fought in recent years. Despite their tens of thousands of years of experience fighting the Nine Abysses Demonic Army, ten veteran generals still died in battle."
"Their numbers fell from the original