It was a quiet night, and the soldiers slept peacefully.
They dreamed that they were killing enemies on the battlefield, and the enemy could not kill them no matter how hard they tried.
Even if a sword pierced through their hearts, there would be a holy light that would instantly save them!
When they woke up at dawn, they were still recalling the magical scene in their dreams.
When the signal to assemble sounded, they quickly stood in line.
All the soldiers looked at the young figure on the high platform under the commander's flag.
They knew that everything in their dreams was real.
As long as they did not die on the spot, Lord Zhang's light magic had the effect of reviving the dead.
Unknowingly, their confidence and morale were higher than yesterday.
Liander and the other big shots could not help but be surprised when they saw the morale.
One had to know that they had lost the battle yesterday. The enemy's losses were negligible, and there were still 500 million troops!
They put away their surprised thoughts and looked at Zhang Xing.
They saw that Zhang Xing still had a cold expression on his face.
His gaze swept across every soldier and he slowly raised his arm.
All the soldiers, including Liander, thought that Zhang Xing was going to give a passionate speech.
They all pricked up their ears, their expressions serious, and their eyes wide open, ready to listen.
But Zhang Xing's arm swung forcefully and pointed outside the city.
"All troops, attack!"
He was so willful and direct!
The corners of Liander and the others' mouths twitched as they smiled bitterly. You are a man of few words!
When they left the city and set up their formation, the Astounding Empire also finished setting up their formation at the same time.
Both sides did not waste time talking. They each used all their strength and fought for another day until the sky turned dark.
Just like that, they fought for ten days.
Zhang Xing did not make a move.
The Alliance Army lost close to 10 million troops.
The Astounding Empire lost less than 4 million troops.
If Zhang Xing did not use light magic, the Alliance Army would have lost even more.
On the eleventh day, the Jinghong Army suddenly launched a fierce attack.
Five million more troops were thrown into the battlefield.
After fighting for six hours, the Alliance Army was retreating step by step, showing a one-sided situation.
"The enemy suddenly changed their attack rhythm. They want to force me to make a move!"
"That's what I was thinking."
Zhang Xing muttered.
This was the only reason he could think of at the moment.
That was right!
The Jinghong Army wanted the Black Treasure Nine Dragons to attack.
After ten days of observation, the higher-ups of the Jinghong Army came to an exciting conclusion.
That was, the nine strongest people in the alliance were taking the time to recover their strength.
After the last battle, they had used up a lot of their Spirit Qi and were unable to support the next battle.
Therefore, he had to consume the nine people's spiritual energy or magic power again today!
How could Zhang Xing know what they were thinking?
He had plenty of time anyway. Every day, he had the Dark Knight Mo Li transform into the size of a normal person and mixed in with the army, constantly absorbing souls.
If Black Treasure and the others were to go all out, the Terpsichorean Army might not even be willing to stay and die for three days, let alone ten days.
However, Zhang Xing was planning to make a move today.
They had already been silent for ten days. If they still did not make a move, the morale that they had painstakingly accumulated would be destroyed by the continuous failures.
"Black Treasure, listen up!"
Zhang Xing's voice spread throughout the camp.
The eyes of the soldiers of the alliance lit up.
With a swoosh, those who did not participate in the battle all looked at Zhang Xing.
"Yes, sir!"
Black Treasure imitated him. He walked out from the back and came to Zhang Xing, cupped his fists, and half-knelt.
"I order you to lead eight brothers to destroy the enemy."
"Yes, sir!"
Black Treasure received the order and led the eight dragons to fly up and charge toward the enemy.
All the soldiers of the alliance were excited at the same time.
"Lord Zhang is mighty!"
"Lord Black Treasure is mighty!"
"…"
The cheers came one after another. Some people were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears.
These nine people were their spiritual pillars and the source of their hope. They carried too much weight!