In the same room, facing the same person, Zhang Tie didn't feel anything different than that when he met Zuoqiu Mingyue here for the first time. After more than half a year, Zuoqiu Mingyue was still like a spirited immortal except for some imperceptible wisps of pale hair near his temples. Zhang Tie sighed with emotions inside.
Commoners could not imagine how great stress was this old man sustaining whose figure was not imposing. He had to face the great stress of a multitude of demon knights and demon corps while sustaining the expectation of hundreds of millions of commoners across the entire empire. Within days, the frontline near Helan Mountain Range and Weishui River had already become the focus of both humans and demons in this holy war. Even the iron man might be collapsed mentally facing such great stress. However, this old man didn't fall inside. After stabilizing the western line of defense, Zuoqiu Mingyue still stood here and accepted the coming storm frankly.
