Ye Yinzhu stopped in his tracks. If someone could measure at that moment, they would find that his distance from his own side and the Milan Army in front of him was exactly the same. It wasn't a calculated result; instead, it was a feeling, a special sensation that came with entering the realm of unity between heaven and man.
His closed eyes slowly opened. From afar, Imperial Marshal Martin of the Milan Army from the north seemed to see two beams of gold light enlarging in Ye Yinzhu's gradually opening eyes. The clear light was free of any impurities and devoid of even the slightest emotion. At that moment, it seemed as if he had become one with the entire battlefield. Witnessing this, Martin could feel a subtle change in his heartbeat.