Flames and smoke from the sky.

General Ling stood on top of the trench, the red tassels tied to his spear soaked in blood, and the head of the spear hung down in a ball.

Wrapped in the ice armor is an unyielding body, and the head that never bows under the armor is Jin Shun's hope.

Like the banner of a thousand armies commanded on the battlefield, he stood there quietly.

General Ling was smiling wryly, and at his feet were the soldiers killed in this raid.

In the distance, the fire was still burning, and he looked back, spitting a mouthful of blood foam, and I only noticed it when I turned around.

On General Ling's waist, a pitch-black blood hole was bubbling blood.

"General Ling!"

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