The mornings of northern plains were getting colder.
White frost covered the grassland, and people blew out vapor when they breathed.
The two armies, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, were confronting each other.
Banners fluttered in the sky and the troops formation were as dense as forests.
Liu tribe and Hei tribe had rested and reorganized for over a dozen days after the first battle before sending the war letter, and today, they both came out to battle once again.
"Second brother, you went out the previous time, it is my turn now!" Mo Shi Kuang restlessly shouted and impatiently charged towards the front.
Mo Shi Kuang's white hair fluttered, his black skin and panther-like eyes shone, his momentum was thunderous as he shouted: "Who seeks death?"
