Priest Nen Enman's face was twisted in conflict as a pure black Buddha bead in his hand cracked into several pieces.
"Who is that woman? Is she some powerful wild god lying hidden?"
He withdrew his gaze and looked towards the battlefield below, fragmented into several parts.
"However, the fight isn't over."
...
A stream of blood spattered out.
Armed with a horsemen's blade lent to him by Song Yi, Baoding Liangxin cut down a Japanese spearman and reined in his restive mount with all his might, although he struggled to keep the horse under control.
Glancing around, the sky was beginning to brighten with the predawn light, and everywhere unfamiliar banners fluttered. The vanguard cavalry of Song Yi had disappeared without a trace. The banners of various colors were wildly dancing in the wind—the Ming Army and the Japanese soldiers from various daimyo mixed together into utter chaos.
"How can there be so many people?"
