Shang and Zhou Dynasties replacing one another.
Large armies deployed outside Mengjin Pass and fought incessantly.
The battles between immortals in the sky were equally unceasing.
However,
the scale of the battle on both sides was controlled below the level of Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and not a single combatant above Grand Luo stepped forward from either side.
The daily battles were as perfunctory as clocking in for work, which pleased the ordinary soldiers of both sides, but the clever ones felt uneasy at heart.
The Yin Shang side held Mengjin Pass at this moment.
Grand Tutor Wen paced back and forth inside the lord's manor hall with a furrowed brow, extremely agitated.
"Master, Immortal Zhao has been asleep for three days, and no matter how he is called, he has not woken up."
Hearing this, Grand Tutor Wen's brow furrowed even tighter.
Immortals do not sleep; this was common sense. Even if they needed to preserve their health, they would only meditate rather than sleep like mortals.
Obviously, something was abnormal, but Wen Zhong's cultivation was after all only at the Golden Immortal level, unable to discern where Zhao Gongming's affliction lay at the moment.
Moreover, the entire Yin Shang camp lacked a single powerhouse whose strength surpassed his.
"Nezha has won three consecutive days, and our army has no one who is a match for him in a single encounter. If this continues, morale is bound to be affected, and worse still, there might be deserters or even mutiny." An armored deputy commander described the war situation.
Grand Tutor Wen raised his head and sighed, "Could it truly be that Heaven wishes to destroy my Cheng Tang? I, Wen Zhong, have received deep national favor. Even if the killing tribulation befalls me, it is what I deserve.