"Great Snow Dragon Riders!"
"Heavenly Gate Formation——"
At the command, the soldiers of Hongze Camp lined up like machines, strict in order and standard in procedure, forming their formation at the swiftest speed.
But as the Slaughter Vein neared revival, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted once again, to the extent that their upper and lower lips would freeze and stick together, and a thick layer of frost hung on their eyelashes.
Thus,
even their "swiftest" seemed extremely stiff, basically pushing on with their last breath. When forming ranks, their minds were devoid of thoughts, relying solely on muscle memory gained from day after day of training within Liangzhou City.
The Martial Saint of the Murong Clan, Murong Huatu, leading the Iron Cavalry, spotted this scene from twenty miles away.
He sneered immediately:
"Warriors of the Heavenly Clan!
"Do you see this?
"These Sheng people are already freezing their butts off before the battle has even started!
