Outside Zhou Pass, a boundless wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see.
Upon the desert, a vast army now advanced in orderly ranks. A murderous aura surged towards the heavens, and the sky itself seemed to dim.
For the first attack on Zhou Pass, Gu Xuanji had directly mobilized eighty percent of his army, leaving only a small contingent at Heavenly Gate Pass to prevent anyone from cutting off his retreat.
Atop the walls of Zhou Pass, Great Zhou soldiers in armor stood like wooden statues, unmoved even as millions of enemy troops approached.
"Something seems amiss!"
Inside the Central Military Camp, Shen Changqing furrowed his brows as he observed Zhou Pass ahead.
He was no stranger to warfare, having encountered sieges by the Barbarian Clan back in the Great Wilderness Prefecture. Therefore, he possessed some understanding of such phenomena.
