They were not fighting for themselves, nor for personal gain.
Within their midst, the soul of this army was being safeguarded.
The intense, fire-like qi mechanism burned in everyone's hearts.
Suddenly—
a sharp whizzing noise arose, yet not one of attack. Signal arrows were sent far into the quiet night, even the heavy cavalry who had resolved to face death could hear this sound they had been longing for, and they all looked up in unison.
An arrow soared into the sky.
And then burst open.
The light transformed into the shape of a Qilin.
Yue Qianfeng's eyes suddenly widened; the chaos-era emblem of the Qilin was reflected in the eyes of all eight thousand men, the agreed-upon signal from Li Guanyi.
Yue Qianfeng grinned, stilled, and then exploded into laughter:
"Hahaha, my good brothers!"
"Gentlemen, charge!!!"
The Yue Family Army's speed suddenly increased.
