And beside him, the troops were strong and headed by imposing men, seemingly enveloped in an impenetrable black aura, as if perpetually troubled by vindictive souls, giving off a powerful, ominous presence.
Whoosh!
At the same time, on the pass, row after row of troops appeared, seemingly endless, each drawing formidable bows.
At that moment, everyone seemed to hear the distant and indistinct roar of a tiger.
The fierce whirlwind swept down as the pass opened wide, and the troops appeared, rushing directly toward them, carrying a soul-chilling aura of impending doom, making it difficult for anyone to stand firm.
"Is this the aura of the God-given King, who indiscriminately kills?"
"Damn it, this is no blessed general under the protection of ghostly gods. It's clearly a demon whom even ghostly gods fear for his killings!"
