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Chapter 417 The Young Singer's Journey 86

The news of General Ye Xiaoying's death swept through the entire Langya Army like a sudden storm.

Upon learning that he had been killed in a sneak attack by Nan Jue, the entire Langya Army was instantly enveloped in grief and indignation, with sorrow and anger intertwined and swelling.

The morale was higher than ever before.

The entire army roared in unison, vowing to attack Nanjue and avenge General Ye.

Its sound was so powerful that it shook the heavens and the earth.

Driven by this surging morale, the army's fighting power was fully unleashed to its peak.

With the help of many martial arts figures, Bei Li had already won one victory after another. Now, it was unstoppable, causing the morale of the Nan Jue army to collapse and their troops to be demoralized, leaving them almost powerless to resist.

So much so that when Emperor Mingde received news of Ye Xiaoying's death, his worries vanished before they could even take shape.

In fact, because of the incident with Xiao Ruofeng, Emperor Mingde had already been wary of Ye Xiaoying and had even considered getting rid of him as soon as possible.

However, Ye Xiaoying was cautious and meticulous in his actions, which prevented Emperor Mingde from ever achieving his goal.

Now that Ye Xiaoying has died on the battlefield, it has not had any negative impact on the morale of the troops. On the contrary, it has inspired the soldiers' fighting spirit and boosted their morale to an unprecedented level.

Emperor Mingde breathed a sigh of relief and generously bestowed posthumous honors upon Ye Xiaoying.

……

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since the start of the great war. The Northern Li army was unstoppable, winning battle after battle and capturing several cities in the Southern Jue.

Xiao Yu sat firmly in the central command tent, flipping through the victory reports from various directions. A strange emotion flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "It's almost over, almost over."

Because he spoke so softly, even Long Xie, who was serving beside him, couldn't hear him clearly and quickly asked, "Your Highness, what did you say?"

Wuxin, who usually followed Xiao Yu, was not in the main tent, because Xiao Yu had now openly promoted him to deputy general and also assigned the Dark River to him.

The current head of the Dark River is Su Changhe, a very ambitious man who acts with a degree of recklessness, and needs to be kept in check.

Although Wuxin is young, he is exceptionally intelligent and capable of controlling the Dark River even without Xiao Yu's help.

With the help of the underground river, Wuxin, who was parachuted in, became increasingly weak and isolated within the Langya army.

This is a win-win situation.

Xiao Yu sighed softly, slowly closed the military report, and shook his head: "It's nothing, I was just thinking that this battle is almost over."

Long Xie looked puzzled and asked with some doubt, "Your Highness, our army's morale is soaring right now, and we are poised to press our advantage and crush Nan Jue in one fell swoop. Why do you say that 'this battle is almost over'?"

Xiao Yu casually got up, walked around the table, and strolled unhurriedly to the entrance of the tent. Gazing at the darkening sky outside, he said leisurely, "Nan Jue is now at his last gasp, and Wu Qinghuan is about to lose his temper as well."

When Wu Qinghuan suddenly went mad, such a drastic change occurred overnight; there must have been powerful support behind the scenes.

Since then, Wu Qinghuan has remained silent, only sending reinforcements step by step to passively resist the Northern Li's offensive. There must be something brewing behind the scenes.

However, as Nan Jue suffered repeated setbacks on the battlefield, Wu Qinghuan's patience had undoubtedly reached its breaking point.

It's time for the reason that once prompted him to change to come to light.

"I'd like to see how Wu Qinghuan will turn the tide after all this!"

……

Nanjue, the Imperial Palace.

The new emperor, Wu Qinghuan, was like a lion that had been thoroughly enraged, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his forehead.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the Southern Imperial Preceptor below, and he roared angrily:

"Grand Preceptor, is what you said back then still feasible? The Northern Li army is unstoppable, having successively captured several important towns of my Southern Jue. If we continue to let this continue, won't the foundation of my Southern Jue be destroyed in an instant, and our descendants become people of a conquered nation?"

The Imperial Advisor hesitated, his voice tinged with difficulty, and said, "Your Majesty, please reconsider! This matter is far too risky. If I, Nan Jue, were to do such a thing, I fear I would immediately become an enemy of the world and have no place to stand."

"I don't care!" Wu Qinghuan was furious. He slammed his hands on the table, making everything on it rattle. "Besides, Nanjue is now at a critical juncture of life and death. I have no choice but to take a desperate gamble to turn the tide!"

At this point, his tone turned sinister: "Grand Preceptor, do not forget that it was you who strongly advocated for this matter, which made me, the King, make the painful decision to remove Ao Yu, this stumbling block. If you now say it is not possible, I'm afraid it will be too late, and both of us will become sinners of Nanjue."

Faced with the emperor's furious outburst, the imperial advisor knew that further persuasion would be futile, so he could only turn around helplessly and leave the hall with heavy steps.

Shortly thereafter, Nan Jue raised the white flag of truce for nine consecutive days.

When the two armies clashed again, the new emperor Wu Qinghuan personally donned armor and went to the front lines to oversee the battle.

At this moment, the rage he had shown nine days ago was gone from his face; instead, a strange smile appeared on his face. He would occasionally look up at the sky, as if anticipating the arrival of some important moment.

Xiao Yu also arrived at the battlefield. Looking at the strange smile on Wu Qinghuan's face, he had already guessed what his trump card was.

Sure enough, in no time at all, before the two armies had even officially clashed, the once clear sky suddenly became overcast, lightning flashed and thunder roared, a fierce wind raged, whipping up clouds of yellow sand.

Upon witnessing this strange phenomenon, the soldiers on both sides felt uneasy. Even those martial artists who were used to all sorts of strange sights felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and unease.

However, just as everyone was watching with bated breath and filled with anxiety, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be dispersed by an invisible force, revealing the long-lost azure sky.

But then, the sky changed dramatically again. Before everyone could recover from the strange phenomenon, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, as if it had been forcibly torn apart by some indescribable force.

Immediately, a chilling aura surged forth from the crack, carrying boundless majesty and terror. The cascading power was like an invisible giant wave, violently washing over every inch of the battlefield, making everyone on the ground feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the whole world was trembling at this moment.

The entire battlefield was gripped by terror. Soldiers from both countries looked up at the crack in the sky, their faces filled with fear.