Northern Border of Liang.
Outside Demon-Suppressing City.
There was a deafening sound of drums.
On the plain outside the city, the Northern Garrison Army of Liang and the Han Kingdom's army were at war, the ground littered with the bodies of Liang Kingdom martial artists.
After months of battle, both sides had lost their patience for probing.
The battle in the last three days was extremely brutal.
Xiao Yaojin's armor was stained with blood, holding a long spear, piercing the chest of a Han Kingdom martial artist. But before withdrawing the spear, a cold light flashed from the right. Xiao Yaojin leaned back, the cold light slicing across his chest, leaving a scar on his armor.
Seizing the moment when the opponent's long saber had just slashed down and hadn't been pulled back, Xiao Yaojin pulled out the long spear, the spearhead sweeping out like a dragon, piercing the opponent's throat.
