The next afternoon, Qin Wudao led his troops to the territory of Divine Gate. At that moment, the Ancient Court was attacking the city. The desolate sounds of slaughter echoed in the sky, refusing to dissipate.
Rolling Evil Qi shot straight into the high heavens, forming bloody clouds. Under the illumination of the setting sun, they appeared incredibly enchanting, as if the world itself was bleeding.
"Brothers, hold on!"
"Hang in there, the Imperial Court's reinforcements will be here soon!"
Generals, their bodies stained with blood, moved back and forth on the city wall, bolstering morale.
In desperate situations, morale is particularly important. It directly determines the outcome of a battle. High morale can lead to turning the tide, while low morale means the situation is beyond saving!
"Kill!"
