Lead clouds shrouded the white moon, and mist enveloped the entire hill.
Li Yan stood high up, removed his Star Helmet and arm guards, and looked down below.
At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with severed limbs and broken bodies. The family crests of the Daimyo, trampled into the ground, were covered with mud and footprints, and the air was thick with the rich scent of saltpeter. Layer upon layer, the Ming Army formations spiraled like vortices.
In the center of the vortex, a drop of black saliva fell, and the two-stories-tall Pointy-Eared Demon with blood-red eyes was clutching two horse corpses, swinging them left and right.
This demon had white hair, red skin, and a round belly, marked with the black traces of gunpowder.
"String!"
Atop a Green-Mane Dawan, a spear-wielding commander shouted loudly.
