The water gurgled and the wooden ladle was placed horizontally. The Green Leaf was still not back. Tonight's dinner was still as simple as before.
Chen Chang Sheng and Gou Han Shi's eating speed was slightly faster than usual. For the former, this was a very rare occurrence.
From this, one could imagine how important the dossier they were going to read and the matter they were going to discuss tonight was.
The plates on the table were taken away, and An Hua brought over some orange water for them to rinse their mouths with, as well as hot towels.
In the corner of the side hall, there was a small mountain of dossiers. The ones they needed to read had already been selected and sorted out.
The night was dark and the palace was silent. Chen Chang Sheng and Gou Han Shi looked at the files in their hands and didn't speak for a long time.
They already knew the final outcome of that war, but they only saw the details now.
No one could have imagined that the Prince of Xiang would silently abandon the thirty thousand soldiers of the Right Camp of the Western Army and hide alone near the summit of Mount Nuori.
While the Demon Commander and Wang Po were both injured, he jumped out of the sun and launched the most decisive attack of his life.
If this sneak attack was successful, it wouldn't be a big deal for him to leave the camp without permission. Moreover, he would receive the greatest contribution in this war so far.
Whether the Prince of Xiang wanted to use this merit to exchange for Prince Chen Liu's departure from the capital or the honor of being exempted from death, it was all very easy.
Perhaps it was precisely because he had thought of this that the Prince of Xiang had made such a risky and fearless move.
Unfortunately, he still underestimated the Demon Commander's strength.
Wang Po was heavily injured and could no longer fight.
The Demon Commander had indeed suffered significant injuries, but she had not been burned to death by the blazing sun.
The darkness in the valley became his weapon at the crucial moment.
Those who saw the scene were shocked speechless.
The Prince of Xiang was not willing to retreat, so his sneak attack became a forceful assault.
The Demon Commander had used the Mountain-toppling Fiend as the price to flee Mount Nuorilang.
The Prince of Xiang stood on the head of the dead Mountain-toppling Fiend and watched the Demon Commander flee to the north. His confidence was reinvigorated, and his assault became a pursuit.
This chase took him six hundred li away, but he was still unable to kill the Demon Commander. This was because Black Robe had set up an array formation there, and there were four high-ranking Demon Generals waiting for him.
If the Mount Li Sect Master had not promptly arrived, the Prince of Xiang would have died on the spot.
Even so, the Prince of Xiang and the Mount Li Sect Master were still surrounded.
Suddenly, a huge kite flew over from the sky.
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No one knew if Xiao Zhang was injured or where he was now.
Just like how no one knew where Zhexiu was or what he was doing.
Some people are used to fighting alone.
Since the start of the war, the most spectacular battle between Sanctuary experts had come to an end.
The demons had suffered grievous casualties. Of the four high-ranking Demon Generals that had tried to kill the Prince of Xiang and the Mount Li Sect Master, only two had survived, and they had also lost a member of the Council of Elders and a duke.
No human experts had perished, but Mao Qiuyu and Huai Ren were both heavily injured, and the Mount Li Sect Master's injuries were especially severe.
Gou Hanshi replied, "Master has returned to Mount Li to recuperate from his injuries. The other Seniors also need to rest for a while before they can return to the front lines."
Experts of the Divine Domain were very difficult to kill, unless they were surrounded and attacked, or if they were facing an even higher level existence like the Tianhai Divine Empress.
But because their injuries were too severe, they were still forced to stop. Wang Po was no exception.
From Chen Chang Sheng's perspective, this was Black Robe's intention.
Even if he had to pay an extremely heavy price, he still wanted the human experts of the Divine Domain to temporarily lose the ability to fight. At the very least, they would not be able to use their full strength until the winter arrived.
Without the experts of the Divine Domain, the advance of the human armies would be greatly hindered. Just how much longer would their journey, which was already much slower than originally planned, be delayed?
When the human armies truly reached Xuelao City, would the drifting snowflakes still give them any chance?
To use the deaths of two experts of the Divine Domain and two high-ranking Demon Generals to buy ten-some days of time in the overall scheme was not something a normal person could possess.
Every time they thought of this, Chen Chang Sheng and Gou Hanshi would feel wary of the young Demon Lord, even faintly respect him.
The most frightening was still Black Robe.
From his calculations, he had probably long ago calculated all the details of the battle between the Demon Commander and Wang Po.
He had calculated which human experts would appear, even calculated that the Prince of Xiang would leave the Western Camp on his own.
It could only be said that his understanding of the human mind had already reached a terrifying level.
If the battle around Mount Nuorilang had ended like this, Black Robe could have at least declared his victory in the second phase of the war.
But in reality, he had lost.
The human armies had broken through the demons' second line of defense earlier than expected.
Before the summer had even completely ended, the three cavalrymen at the very front could already see the silhouette of Xuelao City in the distance.
This was because during the battle of Mount Nuorilang, a few unexpected changes had occurred on the battlefield.
The most important person in this battle was the commander-in-chief of the human armies, Divine General He Ming.
Everyone believed that Divine General He Ming's appointment as commander-in-chief of the human armies was the result of a political compromise, or perhaps a random order from the Emperor and the Pope on a whim.
Moreover, just like in that war several hundred years ago, ordinary soldiers other than the black-armored heavy cavalry had little effect on the outcome of the battle, unless one was Wang Zhice.
But Divine General He Ming had played an extremely important role in this battle.
On that day, when the battle was at its most intense, the plains in a radius of several hundred li in front of the mountain had become the battlefield of experts of the Divine Domain.
Divine General He Ming's decision to place the Central Army Tent at the very front was not a wise decision, especially at a time like this.
The terrifying shockwaves from a battle between experts of the Divine Domain were also very harmful to ordinary soldiers.
Relying on the protection of the formation to isolate the auras of the Sanctuary experts, the soldiers launched a relentless counterattack against the wolf cavalry of the demon race. However, the situation had already become extremely perilous. The howling winds were like invisible plows, tearing tents apart from time to time and sending rocks flying into the air. Who knew how many soldiers were smashed into bloody heads?
A massive hole had been torn in the Central Army Tent, wind and sand constantly pouring in. The tallow candles had been extinguished long ago, and only the Night Pearls still emitted light, illuminating the gloomy map. Divine General He Ming gazed at the map, his expression extremely calm. He calmly issued order after order, and then the orderlies would rush off.
Every time the wolf cavalry charged, they would get a little closer to the Central Army Tent.
In the last attack, the huge alpha wolf was less than two miles away from the central tent.
Ye Xiaolian gazed at the profile of Divine General He Ming, a complicated expression in her eyes.
She had proposed many times to retreat, but Divine General He Ming had never agreed.
Even more confusing to her was that after a certain order, even the Sacred Light crossbows responsible for suppressing the charge of the wolf cavalry had become much sparser.
The sword array formed by three-hundred-some South Stream Temple disciples was just outside the camp.
Even if the wolf cavalry charged, even if that duke of Xuelao City fighting with her martial granduncle outside the camp attacked, she was confident that she could protect this Divine General.
The problem was, how many South Stream Temple disciples would die?
Just as she was thinking these questions, Divine General He Ming suddenly asked a question.
At the time, everyone in the tent had found this question very strange.
"Where is the Demi-human North-Pacifying Army?"
A staff officer froze for a moment before replying, "A few days ago, they left Cong Province."
"They just left Cong Province."
Divine General He Ming sighed, appearing extremely regretful. "They're too far away, so we'll have to do it ourselves."
Ye Xiaolian was very confused, thinking, even if the Demi-human reinforcements arrived long ago, would they really be able to save you?
In the end, those stories of tens of thousands of cavalry charging out of the valleys were just stories.
Unless they were like the demons and had spent several centuries laying down arrays and paths, in this world where Red Falcons and demon vultures flew together, it would be very difficult for such a sneak attack to occur.
"Once they're done fighting, it'll be our turn."
Divine General He Ming raised his head, his gaze piercing through the tattered roof of the tent to the sky.
Massive figures were faintly discernible in the thick black smoke, the bright sword glows seeming to come from another world.
This was the world of Divine Domain experts.
Ye Xiaolian still did not understand the meaning of Divine General He Ming's words.
She subconsciously turned to the darkest corner of the tent.
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