Even General Deng said he needed to select soldiers, no one stepped forward.
Everyone wanted to try their luck; with good luck, not being selected meant they wouldn't have to risk their lives on the frontier. With bad luck, they could only resign themselves to their fate.
"In that case, I can only..." General Deng began to announce names.
"I'll go."
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly resounded.
Followed by a rolling black mist that descended upon the plaza, the light from it retracted, revealing a young man with pale skin and a cold expression. He had a tall and lean figure dressed entirely in black, with jet-black hair, pitch-black eyes, a black robe, and a curved black blade on his side, his body shrouded in a black fog emitting a chilling aura of death.
