This Piece Is Called The General's Command

The 72-route allied forces from the North Sea have only about 300,000 troops arriving so far.

Clearly, this was not enough for the Yin Shang army to kill.

Especially at this time, the Yin Shang army and the two armies joined forces.

With their momentum surging, they abandoned their defensive stance and began to display a powerful and aggressive attack formation.

In terms of both numbers and the elite nature of the army, the Shang Army had completely overcome its previous disadvantages.

With a series of victories, their momentum had clearly reached its peak.

With an army of 600,000 to 700,000, it would be an easy task to confront the more than 300,000 allied troops present.

Of course, the most outstanding one on the battlefield was none other than the Martial King Huang Feihu, the Martial King Cheng Who Protects the Nation.

Huang Feihu led 70,000 to 80,000 extremely elite cavalrymen in a fierce charge across the entire battlefield.

They truly came and went like the wind.

With their constant maneuvering, they were truly invincible and unstoppable.

The North Sea Coalition Army of over 300,000 men was actually wiped out by Huang Feihu's 70,000 to 80,000 cavalrymen, two of them going straight through.

This resulted in heavy losses for the more than 300,000-strong Allied forces.

In addition, Zhang Kui's army completely abandoned its defensive posture and transformed into a spear formation.

In coordination with Wen Zhong Grand Tutor Wen, they launched a fierce attack, echoing each other from afar.

The war gradually became more and more brutal.

The leaders of the North Sea, not far away, also revealed ferocious expressions on their faces.

Several of them were among the eight hundred regional warlords of the realm.

Some were generals from various ethnic groups.

At this moment, they were all gritting their teeth, none of them willing to back down.

If we were to let this anger out, we would certainly pay an extremely heavy price.

It is even very possible that it will be completely destroyed as a result.

They have a very clear understanding of the current battle situation.

If they can hold out for this period, then a steady stream of reinforcements will arrive to help them.

If they cannot hold out for this period, they may face an extremely dire situation.

"Warriors of the North Sea, our target is the tyrannical ruler of the Yin Shang Dynasty."

"Whoever can sever the Human Emperor's head will surely be sworn to by the Seventy-Two Tribes of the North Sea."

These feudal lords have clearly descended into a state of madness.

Once the tyrannical ruler of the Yin Shang Dynasty escapes, there may never be another chance. We must keep the Human Emperor here, in the North Sea, no matter what.

As the saying goes, a generous reward will surely bring forth brave men.

The breathing of these barbarians from the North Sea became heavy.

Everyone's eyes turned red as they looked at the Human Emperor.

If one could kill the tyrannical ruler, one would likely become the ruler of the North Sea —a position that would surely be coveted by many.

Countless warriors from the North Sea roared and howled as they charged toward the Human Emperor.

But how could the Yin Shang army possibly comply with their wishes?

The incredibly elite Yin Shang army had clearly already shown its fighting spirit.

They surged and rushed towards each other with overwhelming force.

The clash of two incredibly terrifying war machines was truly enough to make anyone turn pale.

It can even give people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

The boundless malevolent energy and overwhelming stench of blood gradually formed blood-red clouds in mid-air.

Dark, blood-red clouds appeared in the sky, giving the impression that a blood rain was about to fall.

Looking down at the countless Human Clan warriors who had died or been wounded, Ye Xuan's expression gradually turned rather grim.

Especially since the enemy continues to receive a steady stream of reinforcements.

The two forces have almost reached a point of equilibrium.

This is, after all, North Sea.

After all, it's someone else's territory.

In terms of troop numbers, North Sea does indeed have the upper hand.

Ye Xuan pondered for a moment, and his eyes flashed as he came up with an idea.

He pulled Su Daji, who was standing next to him, over in one swift motion.

His behavior was somewhat rude, which startled Su Daji.

The Human Emperor looked on, seemingly confused.

After pulling Su Daji over, Ye Xuan plucked a few strands of her hair that seemed to be full of troubles.

Under Daji's questioning gaze.

Ye Xuan used his supreme magical power to fix these strands of hair in the void.

The strands of hair were also imbued with magical power.

A virtual zither was created using strands of Daji's hair.

Ye Xuan took a deep breath.

With a slight pluck of the strings with his right hand, an extremely unique note instantly appeared.

The sound was incredibly clear and crisp, like celestial music emanating from the depths of heaven and earth.

Ye Xuan nodded in satisfaction at the sound.

The sound quality was surprisingly good.

"Daji, back in Jizhou, I once heard you play a tune on your zither."

"Now, I'll borrow a strand of your hair; how about you listen to me play a tune?"

Ye Xuan's gaze was deep as he glanced at Daji beside him.

The title of this piece is -------- the General's Command!!!

Having said that, he moved both hands simultaneously.

He gently brushed the strands of hair directly in the air.

In an instant, a deep and melodious voice drifted out and reached the entire battlefield.

The sound wasn't actually very loud; it drifted and lingered, possessing a certain charm.

However, its penetrating power is strangely strong.

The faint sound of the zither spread throughout the entire battlefield in an instant.

As the music began, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

Whether friend or foe, everyone felt an extremely powerful suppression from the depths of their souls.

It was a suppression that originated from the soul.

As this terrifying suppression occurred, the millions of people on the entire battlefield fell eerily silent.

Even the ferocious beast mounts quieted down.

The battlefield, which had been raging with fierce fighting, suddenly came to a complete halt.

This bizarre yet harmonious scene immediately sent chills down the spines of the many generals.

The scene of millions of people fighting fiercely came to a complete halt with the Human Emperor's music.

They simply couldn't imagine what kind of scene this was.

No one could have imagined that this situation would actually occur.

This truly surprised them.

The sound of the piano appeared once again.

The appearance of the zither music this time caused many soldiers to fall into a hallucination.

An extremely magnificent scene seemed to flash through their minds.

It was a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene.

The scene depicts the moment when Human Clan was first born.

At that time, the entire Primordial World was teeming with powerful beings.

The living environment was also extremely harsh.

Three thousand Innate Human Race struggled to survive in this Primordial World.

They were constantly struggling on the edge of life and death.

That period was the time when the Witch and Demon Clans gradually gained control of the entire Primordial World.

The entire Primordial World seemed to have fallen under the control of the Witch and Demon Clans.

The Witch Clan ruled over the Primordial World land.

The Demon Clan rules over the Primordial World sky.

As the Witch and Demon Clans grew increasingly powerful, the living environment for the Human Clan became increasingly harsh.

As the Witch and Demon Clans continued their struggle, the entire Primordial World was plunged into devastation.

Various disasters have occurred one after another.

The weak Human Clan has always struggled in the Primordial World corners of the primordial wilderness.

It could even be said that they were constantly teetering on the edge of life and death.

As the war Witch and Demon Clans races continued, the entire Primordial World appeared even more desolate and ruined.

Those who are highly capable tend to live relatively difficult lives.

The already weak Innate Human Race has reached the point of barely clinging to life.