The iron cavalry of Yujiang advanced, heedless of the terrain or obstacles in the world. Rivers, mountains, packed ice, and dense forests were no barrier to them; even the crags themselves could not impede their stride.
On the march, silence reigned, save for the rhythmic, earth-shaking thud of their advance. Even the neighing of horses had vanished, replaced only by the rolling, surging tides of murderous aura and the thundering detonations of triggered landmines.
Enveloped in flames and lightning, they surged forward. This army was not marching toward Linjiang City, but toward Broken Blade Mountain.
Chapter 473