Between heaven and earth, the cold wind howled, yellow sand sweeping.
In the desolate wilds, beneath Wulai Mountain.
A chill of killing intent filled the air.
Feng Li had already been cut down for quite a while, yet many people still hadn't recovered from that stunned daze, including the armored soldiers who remained.
Only after a long time did a noisy uproar of discussion rise on the scene.
In everyone's words and expressions, aside from anger, there was only thick, fervent expectation and hope!
Since Feng Li was already beheaded, they could only accept that outcome, but the next one to die could only be Chen Yang.
After all, the Empress was right on the mountaintop.
Her personally appointed general had been killed—how could she possibly turn a blind eye?
So, the crowd waited in anticipation!
It could even be said this anticipation had been pent up for a long time; today, it was finally time to let it loose.
In that instant.
