The thunderous roar made the enemy general turn his head in astonishment, only to see Moyuan charging toward him, sword in hand, clad in armor.
Moyuan’s silver armor was imposing, yet it was stained with countless splatters of blood. His handsome face was also covered in blood—some dried in clumps, some still fresh and dripping. Soiled and obscured by the gore, he looked like a malevolent spirit crawled straight up from hell. Had he fought his way here all alone?
"Who... who are you?" the general asked, stunned.
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