Zhao Ziying stood on the watchtower on the northern bank of the Yellow River, her expression solemn as she gazed into the distance. The biting cold wind howled past, stirring her hair, yet utterly failing to dispel the gloom in her heart.
The Master of Slaughter and the Demon Clan army were waiting in battle array on the opposite bank, their densely packed figures resembling a black tide that could surge forward at any moment and engulf Zhao Ziying and her companions.
"Well, well? Female Hero Zhao, you certainly look carefree standing here in the river wind all by yourself. There's nothing interesting to look at over there—let me have a peek too."
Chapter 1547