At Zhuolu, a fierce battle erupted between Chiyou's great army and Xuanyuan's forces.
The entire battlefield resembled a meat grinder. Countless soldiers perished with every passing moment, their blood staining the earth as thick, suffocating reek soared into the sky.
At first, Xuanyuan was supremely confident of victory. In his view, the number of soldiers under his command far surpassed the Jiuli army; outnumbering the enemy, they would surely prove impossible to resist.
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