Dawn broke, piercing through the final darkness.
Outside Feiyun Pass, both armies retreated like the tide.
Xu Tiecheng threw down a helmet pierced by an arrow, still holding a head with a hideous face in one hand.
This was the leader of the Grassland Zhuoerg Department, a master of the True Core Realm. Relying on the Xuanyin Sword Energy within him, Xu Tiecheng had to strike eighteen blows before he could take this person's head.
"General Xu," his face covered in blood, Wang Yuehe, no longer the refined Confucian general, approached and said, "We fought all night, our army suffered over thirty thousand casualties. Although our sacrifice was significant, compared to the grassland side, we achieved a great victory."
"Is that so? It seems that last night's rash decision to press the whole army forward was indeed worthwhile," Xu Tiecheng replied with a weak smile.
