Chapter 357: (1): Cessation of the Rain
After securing approval from Chen Ping'an, Wei Xian sprang forward in his West Mountain Dew Armor, attempting to charge straight into the enemy ranks to slay Liu Cong, even preparing to lose his own life in the process.
Meanwhile, Xu Qingzhou had immediately decided to retreat after Xu Tong was killed by Sui Youbian, even though he knew that doing so would bring down the wrath of Liu Cong upon his clan. Upon his return to Mirage City, he was planning to discuss how to proceed from here with his grandfather, who was a great general in his own right.
As one of the most prominent military clans of the Great Quan Empire, the Xu Clan had already established itself for several generations in Mirage City, so even though Xu Qingzhou was wary of Liu Cong, the Xu Clan was certainly not going to be a pushover.
At this point, the emperor was still Liu Zhen, not Liu Cong. Even if Liu Cong really did insist on turning on the Xu Clan, the Xu Clan would just have to pledge its allegiance to the second prince instead.
Over where Lu Baixiang was on the battlefield, the battle was still raging with ferocious intensity. As expected of Liu Cong's most trusted soldiers, these five thousand troops were aware of just how unforgiving martial law was, and even though they were absolutely terrified as they watched their comrades being cut down one after another, they were still charging ahead with single-minded determination, despite knowing that they were rushing straight to their deaths.
Even the martial arts masters and cultivators lurking in the shadows could hardly bear to watch any longer, and tears were streaming down the faces of even some of the most battle-hardened commanders, mixing with the rain that was still pelting down from above. Even so, they still performed their duties with the utmost diligence, executing any deserters on the spot.
There were some poems that could perhaps capture the ethereal grace and flair of immortals, but no poem had ever been able to truly encapsulate just how brutal and horrific a battlefield could be.
After jumping off the other mountain, the water demon from Burial River made a beeline straight for the mountain where Chen Ping'an was, slapping away all of the trees in his path.
Chen Ping'an was already prepared to take on this new assailant, and as an extra precautionary measure, his right hand was now holding three talismans stacked together rather than a single one.