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"Wiped out..."
In the command tent, the Iron Cavalry leader with eyes sharp as a hawk curled his finger and tapped on the long table laid with maps. His eyebrows knitted tightly, a wisp of scorched aura touched the node on Broken Blade Mountain, exactly where the Vanguard Camp had sent its last transmission.
"An ambush? Or a Great Formation lying in wait? Did Da Chen's reinforcements get here even quicker than us?"
He stood up, his towering stature nearly ten feet tall, his pronounced Giant Spirit bloodline causing veins and muscles to condense into bone armor on his skin, with an almost tangible metallic pattern.
That's the original meaning of 'Iron Li', according to legends from Ancient Times, the Iron Li ancestors brought by the Great Immortal all had foreheads of bronze and bones of iron, giants able to uproot mountains, drink rivers dry, among them, Shamans could sense everything, commanding the laws of nature and earth.
