The morning mist was torn apart by the fires of war; the sound of slaughter beneath Broken Dragon Cliff reached the heavens. Prince Yu’s army surged toward the cliff where Murong Ke was positioned like a tidal wave, their arrows blotting out the sky as they whistled toward the opposite bank.
However, the Shenwu Army’s heavy shields were already arrayed in formation. Arrows hammered against the iron, emitting a grating, metallic clang.
"Fire!" Murong Ke commanded coldly.
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