A snowstorm that had lasted for several days finally stopped as night fell.
The dark clouds dispersed.
The stars were bright, and the moon shone like reeds in the light.
The battle continued into the night, with countless bones scattered everywhere, a horrific sight.
"Old man, I can't fight anymore."
Chen Hua, drenched in blood, gasped for air as he looked at the mountain of corpses and the decimated troops, about to crush his teeth.
"It really hurts!"
Soon, Chen Hua, once known as the Demon Monarch in the secular world, was surrounded by enemy forces, speared multiple times, and pinned to the ground.
"Chen, Chen Yang, you must win, you must..."
Swoosh!
His head was chopped off by a gleaming saber.
His bones fell, trampled by countless iron hooves.
On the vast snowfield, the mournful and majestic cries echoed like thunder across the sky.
Two wings of eighty thousand Martial Guards from Hanyun Valley, less than one in a hundred survived.
But!!
