At the hour of Mao, all the Hei Fengqi resting on the ground outside the city had awakened, forming ranks and standing against the wind in perfect order.
No matter how fatigued or exhausted their bodies were, once the military was assembled, they could swiftly enter a state of battle readiness.
Gu Jiao, who had been busy all night without a moment's rest, was now riding on the back of the Hei Feng King. Her red battle attire blazed like fire, and her dark iron armor gleamed like a blade. The howling fierce wind between heaven and earth could not disperse the aura of killing intent and battle readiness surrounding the youth.
After the fierce battle of the previous day, everyone looked at this young commander with newfound respect.
Whether they could entrust their loyalty to him was still uncertain, but they would certainly entrust their backs to him. On the battlefield, he was the king!
