Outside Lumen Pass.
The God Martial Army, numbering twenty thousand, including five hundred elite troops from Lumen Pass, formed a total force of "twenty thousand five hundred," clashing directly with the Eastern King Army.
The Eastern King Army was well-equipped, with strong men and robust horses.
But the God Martial Army was no worse.
As the two sides engaged directly, the battle reached a stalemate.
In front of Lumen Pass lay an endless plain where cavalry reigned supreme.
Both sides were cavalry; it remained to be seen who would out-ride whom.
"You're old!"
The eighth general spurred his horse and leapt high, punching towards the aged God Martial General.
"Hahaha! When I was killing on the battlefield, you hadn't even weaned!"
The God Martial General proved to be a sly old fox,
keenly aware of the importance of trash talk on the battlefield.
His words darkened the eighth general's face, intensifying his punch.
"Let me!"
