Deep into the night, the Desert Legion camped on a hillside. Soldiers leaned on each other, sleeping in their clothes, and the sound of their snores echoed around. This was a rare respite after the great battle. The high-ranking officers took turns keeping watch.
My injuries have worsened again! Huo Qubing sat on a rock, his brow deeply furrowed. Ever since the battle began, he had invoked the Army Spirit multiple times. The ferocious power had already damaged his meridians; beneath his heavy armor, his inner shirt was soaked with blood that had seeped from his pores.
Are we going to fail? Huo Qubing gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with deep worry. In the pitch-black night, the chilling wind howled, roiling the clouds, which seemed to conceal countless demons and ghouls.
