The night was dark as ink, with a waning moon hanging obliquely in the sky. Qiluoshang led her large army marching along the rugged mountain path.
They arrived before a gloomy, dense forest. Raising her scimitar high, Qiluoshang cried out sharply, "Prepare for battle! We must wipe out this faction of the Demon Race today!"
The army responded swiftly, their morale soaring like a rainbow.
Chapter 82