"General, it's not good! The West State Army has crossed the border!"
In the Demon Clan territory, Yang Mu, who was resting, frowned upon hearing the soldier's urgent report and said, "Do they really dare to cross the border? Ha, they are courting death!"
Yang Mu wasn't flustered; he stood up and said, "Order the entire army to fight and retreat, slowly meet the enemy. We just need to hold on for another hour and a half, then the enemy will know the might of our Demon Clan army!"
"Yes, sir!"
Following Yang Mu's orders, the Demon Clan soldiers rested for over an hour, then regrouped and prepared for battle.
But less than ten minutes after Yang Mu's orders were given, the soldier rushed back, panting, "General, it's not good, it's not good..."
"Speak clearly, don't just say it's not good! I get irritated hearing that phrase!"
Feeling annoyed by repeatedly receiving bad news, Yang Mu's temper flared.
