End of the War

"Kiiilllll! Charrrrge!" 

The morale of the six hundred soldiers was high! 

Han Moze flashed a chilling smirk, before abruptly pushing both his hands towards the army of six hundred soldiers.

Thereafter, they saw a gush of cold, ice-blue air towards the army of six hundred soldiers with one explosion. 

Chatter chatter chatter...

All the Donghua soldiers shivered in the cold and their horses didn't move an inch.

It was so cold! So cold that they didn't want to move!

Zhu Meng was a strong general, but in that very moment, even he turned pale in the face and looked evidently frozen!

How could this be? How could that tyrant be so powerful? He was truly hiding his powers!

"Urghh..." Just when the Donghua soldiers felt their hands and feet freeze, the Beiming city gates opened and out came a hundred thousand soldiers rushing towards them in fury.