DOOOOOM…
On the Barbarians' side, a horn suddenly blared, roaring like muffled thunder. The sound was clear within a ten-mile radius. Perhaps influenced by the horn, the already gloomy sky sank even lower as the wind and snow intensified, sweeping across the heavens.
A black torrent of soldiers advanced into the wind and snow with great strides. Even from Nanmen City, one could clearly see the Martial Guards in their black armor, forming a black front line that surged forward. These were the Barbarian elites. Three million strong, they marched toward the state gates of Hanyun Valley with the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers.
The shrill cry of the horn echoed through the heavens. Thick clouds churned without end, spitting out countless goose-feather snowflakes that danced and whirled in the raging wind. A commander's standard fluttered in the gale. The Martial Guards, having cleared the battlefield, stood motionless beneath the leaden sky.
