That was what Zhang Fengxi planned to do, but the war dragged on for a longer period.
Days morphed into weeks, each dawn marked by the echoes of clashing steel and the acrid tang of smoke. Two whole weeks passed before they managed to push the demonic forces to the edge.
Exhaustion clung heavily to them like a shroud, etched in the lines of their faces and the slump of their shoulders.
"I know that everyone is exhausted," Zhang Fengxi spoke in their strategic meeting that evening. "One last day. Tomorrow will be the deciding battle. Tomorrow we shall send them all back to the Demonic Realm," he promised.
Of his four generals, he lost two during the war.
With General Lan's passing four days ago and General Hong's injury a day ago, their command structure suffered a critical setback. They were forced to adapt their tactics, clinging to a precarious advantage against the demonic forces.
