Under the blazing sun, the boundless grassland undulates like green waves, stretching to the horizon.
The sky dome is high and blue, almost coldly so, hovering overhead, indifferently overlooking everything that's about to burst.
A plume of murky dust rises on the horizon, shattering the tranquility of the grassland.
The ground trembles, the distant sound of hooves rumble like thunder, converging into a deafening roar.
Over three thousand grassland cavalry surged in, both rider and horse shrouded in rugged leather armor, blade edges reflecting the glaring noonday sun, forming a cold, dazzling forest of death!
Opposing these cavalry is a solitary figure.
She wears a green robe, holding a sword single-handedly, her long hair flying in the wind.
Compared to two months ago, Hua Donghan's face shows more determination and ferocity.
Swish swish swish swish swish—
The sky suddenly darkens, thousands of arrows forming a curtain, enveloping Hua Donghan.
