The sound of the sword reverberated like a long wind sweeping through, ceaselessly.
Within the dragon's roar of the Ancient Red Dragon, there was much exhilaration, like laughter resounding as the wind blew across the battlefield. Because the Qi mechanisms of several leading generals halted, unable to move with the tide, the soldiers within their military formation also came to a standstill.
The entire battlefield at this moment seemed to be enveloped in an inexplicable dead silence.
Only the body of the Seventh Divine General lay fallen; although lifeless, his palm still firmly clutched his weapon, a mystical weapon-level war bow still vibrating and whistling in the wind, emitting an unwilling echo.
The Seventh Divine General, if leading an army, even a Martial Arts Legend wouldn't be his match. But similarly, in the situation just now, Prince Qin's military forces and the Turkic military forces were entangled together.
