Time flies, and more than two months passed in the blink of an eye.
In the northern battlefield, the vast grasslands have long been devoid of martial artists' presence.
Be it Northern Barbarians or Great Fish Dynasty's martial artists, few venture into the grasslands anymore.
"Woo…"
A sound of the military horn reverberated.
The Northern Barbarians, who had stationed hundreds of thousands of troops along the border, were now slowly beginning their retreat.
After two years of fierce clashes with the Great Fish Dynasty on the northern battlefield,
today, they finally decided to withdraw, abandoning their ambitions to march south.
Lu Changsheng's consciousness merged into the wind.
He could clearly see the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Northern Barbarians retreating in an orderly fashion, kicking up dust storms that covered the sky.
Lu Changsheng's awareness, carried by the wind, even infiltrated deep into the Northern Barbarians' army.
