"Quickly, go!" Chen Shouyi shouted to Ye Zong.
The situation was already hopeless, and fighting to the death was meaningless.
As he prepared to withdraw, the distant sound of the national anthem floated over.
"Arise, people who refuse to be slaves..."
At first, only a few sang softly, but soon more joined in, and the voices grew louder and more magnificent.
A will distinct from that of the God of Light soared into the sky over the battlefield. It was the indomitable will of humanity, so vast and powerful that it scattered even the God of Light's power.
The blinding light of heaven and earth gradually faded, and the light particles floating down from the sky swiftly vanished as the divine power waned.
The bewildered soldiers regained their resolute expressions, gripping their weapons tightly.
On this terrifying battlefield, in this critical battle for Great Xia, the song stirred an inexplicable hot-blooded fervor within them.
Chen Shouyi had already intended to retreat.
