Across the boundless lake, the Icefield and Mist Lake danced together.
Camps stretched endlessly along the shore, their battle flags blotting out the sky. Armored soldiers drilled in battle formations across ten miles, while tens of thousands of fierce martial artists dueled in arenas. The neighing of warhorses resounded through heaven and earth, and vast herds of cattle and sheep stretched for a hundred miles.
Yet the oppressive weight of over a million mighty soldiers crowded onto a few miles of grassland could not compare to even a fraction of the Divine Sword's presence.
Between drills, the Northern Mang soldiers raised their heads toward the sky, their eyes filled with devout worship.
High in the heavens, a blood-red sword pierced straight upward. Bloody energy dyed the sky crimson, surging demonic qi transformed into howling hurricanes, and even the blood-colored clouds trembled!
It stood silently overhead, its divine might unrivaled, granting the million armored soldiers boundless confidence. Whenever they saw that streak of crimson, they felt like ferocious beasts capable of anything!
Inside the resplendent main camp, the Northern Mang emperor wore a dazzling dragon robe and pointed at a barren stretch of land whose soil had been burned a ghastly black.
Wracked with anguish, the emperor roared:
"That is the empire's greatest humiliation!"
"Our brave, battle-hardened sons were piled into a Jingguan and brutally burned by the demon of the Central Plains. That demon used his cruelty to challenge the empire's dignity!"
"In this battle, we shall not merely wash away our disgrace-we shall make the Central Plains bleed for a thousand miles and leave ten million corpses in our wake! When the battle is over, one side will hold its head high, while the other kneels in the dirt. We will be the ones standing!!"
Once his impassioned speech