On the banks of the Argun River, Shanyu's vast army covered the meandering river and grasslands like a dark cloud. Tents reaching the sky were studded with military flags, emitting a ferocious aura and bloodthirstiness. Behind the iron curtain of layered ramparts, in the center of the military camps, in front of the main tent of the king's camp, an area had been carved out resembling a square for parading horses.
As troops from various pursuits returned to regroup, another batch of captured soldiers from the failed northern campaign were assembled and continuously escorted to the grounds. Thousands of soldiers, stripped of their armor and each bearing wounds, slumped on the ground; surrounded by Hu Lu cavalry armored and armed with swords, hands gripping strong bows. Exhausted, starved and thirsty, and with several Nascent Soul cultivators, including those with divine powers amongst them, watching from not far away, they were truly incapable of resistance.
