On the vast battlefield, the huge red scorching sun shone down, and the north wind ushered in the early summer, blowing up gusts of heat waves, making people sweat profusely.
However, in such scorching weather, the Nanzhao Army in the south of the city did not feel any heat at all. Instead, an enormous chill enveloped them in an instant.
A towering stone pillar broke through the ground for about three meters, and on it hung a headless corpse, pierced by time in the abdomen. Bright red blood flowed down the stone pillar, quickly forming a pool of blood on the ground.
A disbelieving face rolled, ultimately stopping about thirty yards southwest of the stone pillar, looking up obliquely at the pillar, its vacant eyes staring at the familiar body above, gradually losing their light.
Countless people in front of the two armies watched this scene, falling into a deathly silence for a moment.
But soon, the silence was broken.
Turmoil arose among the Nanzhao Army.
