After Wang Po and the Demon Commander's clash of blades, the first to move was not the Prince of Xiang leaping out of the sun, nor was it Black Robe hidden behind all her schemes. It was Divine General He Ming.
He rubbed his tired face and walked to the gate of the camp, looking into the distance.
The wolf cavalry had stopped their assault. Like several streams of black water, they retreated into the dark path at the base of Mount Nuorilang.
The Demon Commander left in defeat, the Prince of Xiang followed, and the Mount Li Sect Master chased after him.
Huai Ren was sitting on the ground, treating her injuries. Mao Qiuyu was blocking the Third and Eighth Demon Generals. Wang Po was still standing at his original position, not moving a muscle.
The duke from Xuelao City landed on the plains, sending dirt flying into the air. He could barely stand, and his body was covered all over in wounds. He seemed to be on the verge of death.
"You are the human commander-in-chief?"
