Seeing that Zhou Xiang had finished shrinking, Wang Lei calmly led his men out of the woods.

After he stopped, he shouted towards the mountaintop, "Zhou Xiang, you come out here! We need to have a serious talk today!"

Although Zhou Xiang felt a little uneasy, he was not one to back down from trouble. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then, like a proud rooster, slowly walked out of the crowd.

The two locked eyes, their gazes seemingly sparkling.

Wang Lei crossed his arms, a hint of contempt on his face, and said loudly, "Zhou Xiang, behind me are two hundred thousand troops, all elites of the Great Yan, each one as fierce as a wolf or a tiger. You now have only two choices: either retreat with your tail between your legs, or die here and become a lonely ghost in this Cui Ming Mountain!"

Having followed Chen Zhennan for many years, Zhou Xiang naturally wouldn't completely believe such bluffing.

He gritted his teeth and Zhou Xiang snorted coldly, "Hmph! Wang Lei, don't be so arrogant. I will definitely take Cuiming Mountain tonight. Do you think I'm easily intimidated? Besides, my 300,000 troops are on their way down the mountain. 300,000 against 200,000. If you're not convinced, come at me. I, Zhou Xiang, am not afraid of you!"

Upon hearing Zhou Xiang's words, Wang Lei couldn't help but laugh.

"Your army down the mountain? You think they can get up here? Chen Zhennan has already cut off your escape route. If you leave now, you still have time."

Zhou Xiang was slightly taken aback, then gritted his teeth and said, "You think I'd believe your nonsense? Bring it on if you dare!"

Wang Lei sighed and slowly shook his head: "Good advice is useless against a damned ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of violent explosions suddenly erupted from the foot of the mountain.