For over a dozen days, it frequently soared above, secretly watching over the Human Race's camp.
Seeing the Human Race's camp still in chaos, Muo Feilong finally left satisfied.
...
Three days later.
Under the night sky.
As usual, when setting up camp, the Xiaoyang attacked again.
In the seemingly chaotic Human Race big camp, the tents were eerily quiet, as each Heavy Armor Martial Artist quietly polished their heavy blade.
Huo Chang stood on a war chariot, flanked by hundreds of Luo River Bo Division's Celestial Vein Martial Artists.
As for the three thousand Antelope Qilin Cavalry, they had long charged out to encircle the harassing Xiaoyang.
From the start of the nightly retreat, the camp had been feigning laxity outside while being tightly secured inside, with thirty thousand Heavy Blade Soldiers never leaving their armor.
He determined that the Xiaoyang would launch a massive night raid while their Xiaoyang Race was harassing.
