Chen Yang walked with his sword, its clear and sharp ringing, deafening.
However.
Compared to before, he now carried a sense of desolation and boundless heroism.
Almost everyone who went to battle with him had died.
If he didn't flatten the entire Youdu Snow Region, his anger couldn't be appeased.
As for himself, isn't it just a death?
From the moment he stood under the command flag and swore an oath years ago, he was prepared to die on the battlefield, shrouded in horsehide.
Is there joy in life, fear in death?
Chen Yang swung his sword again, leading the charge, pointing his sword at the Prince's Mansion in the center of the city.
"Come, I, Chen, seek battle!"
A loud shout, powerful and strong.
Silence.
The entire Liuhé City was deathly silent.
Only the cold wind howled like a knife, the sound of iron hooves hitting the ground.
