Although Yanyan had left, not a single soul in the entire Donghu army dared to take another step forward. Though they were still a long way from that sword scar, they felt a primal, instinctive dread.
Especially the soldiers and generals who had survived the great war between Bingzhou and Donghu—those who had witnessed the Bingzhou Blood Cavalry carve a path of slaughter across a thousand miles—found their bodies trembling instinctively at the sight of that city and that figure.
Though he stood alone, he seemed like an entire army standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Chapter 507