The two armies finally went to war.
The young female general was dressed in silver armor. Her dignified and cold voice sounded, and she raised her red-tasseled spear that flashed with a fierce cold light. The light that streaked across the air seemed to cut a hole in the sky.
Blood filled the air, and the cold wind blew.
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At night.
In the Yan Army's tent.
A few counselors stood in front of the Emperor, respectfully waiting for the emperor's orders.
The weather was still a little chilly, and Yan Xun's body was not in good condition. After all, he had been out of energy for so many years, and his Foundation had been damaged. Even though the poison had been removed, he still had a lingering fear of the cold. In this weather, he had already put on a large cloak, and his body looked a little frail.
His lips were a little pale. He raised his long fingers to his thin lips and coughed twice. He asked, ""Who is the Chu Army's commander?"
