Behind the battle lines, Zhang Sheng, Ji Liuli, and Trueman Chu He were watching the battlefield from afar. The old Daoist was radiating an overwhelming aura and fully embodying the presence of an Avatar Trueman. However, he showed no intention of joining the fray just yet.

In the sky behind the northern frontier iron cavalry, a group of generals were also standing together, quiet and solemn. Below them lay another twenty thousand cavalry, yet they remained motionless.

At the center of the generals, Yue Jinshan was standing on nothing, eyes half-lidded as if he were asleep. He carried only a long saber at his waist.

The situation on the battlefield was perfectly clear. 10,000 heavy armor cavalrymen from the northern frontier, renowned under heaven for their numerous battle achievements, would be facing off against the realm of Qingming’s 30,000 light infantry, 1,000 archers, and 1,000 cavalry.

Anyone with even a passing knowledge of military affairs should know that Qingming was bound to lose.

In the howling wind, Luo Bingtian slowly lowered his visor and pointed a finger forward. An icy voice rang in every cavalryman’s ears: “Leave no one alive!”

The vast tide of light gray immediately began to surge. The earth trembled...