Outside the barriers of Zangfeng State.
"Hoo hoo..."
The surroundings were pitch black, and the fierce wind swept through the woods and grasslands, pressing everything beneath it.
The imposing presence of the Saint was terrifying and heavy, leaving the birds and beasts silent, insects' chirps mute.
Su Huaiying suddenly straightened her body on the stone, squinting her eyes—she alertly heard the distant neighing of warhorses.
Not only that, but there was also the sound of armor clashing, the heavy breathing of men mingling, and the synchronized sound of footsteps.
That was the sound of an army silently marching in formation.
In the Void Illusion Realm, Su Huaiying had experienced a military career spanning six hundred years. Whenever she dreamed back to rows of camps blowing trumpets, these sounds always lingered in her ears.
