A blizzard formed around Zhang Hanxiang. Her hands glowed brightly in blue, freezing heaven and earth and sending the battlefield into the deep of winter. A burst of icy energy emanated from her, freezing large patches of the black spirits.

"Didn't I tell you already? You're the commander, and I'm your subordinate! Our role is to command the army from beyond the midst of battle. If something happens to either of us, the entire army will cease to function!" As Hong Xi spoke, she formed a silver sword in her hand out of genetic energy. "[The Hidden Moon]!" 

The sword, imbued with moonlight, seemed to cut apart a silvery veil in the sky.

"You can stay back and command!" Zhang Hanxiang...