Sword God Ye Rong

As the supply convoys of the various kingdoms receded, the pride Ye Rong and the other three had shown moments ago vanished. In its place, a trace of desolation appeared on all four faces.

A mere general from Engela Kingdom had dared to question Ye Rong. Now, when the Northern Great Wall Army faced such petty tactics from the other side, all four of its commanders had to step forward together.

And at this rate, how much longer would their hard-won reputation last?

Worse, as injuries and illness mounted and the army grew older, would those nobles sent in the name of support but really there to keep watch make a move against the Great Wall Army?

Ye Rong and the others could not be sure. After all, those nobles had dared to rebel against the Empire. Why would they hesitate to turn on the Northern Great Wall Army?

So the convoys' retreat brought Ye Rong no joy. All he felt was worry for the Great Wall Army's future.

"Old Ye, the Great Wall has detected Abyssal fluctuations even stronger than the ones four years ago. We need to prepare."

Kui Niu stood before Ye Rong, his voice low and muffled.

The other two commanders nodded as well. Their stretches of the Great Wall had detected the same disturbance.

"Call the generals from every camp to a meeting. If the fluctuations are stronger than they were four years ago, those ghostly things won't be the only ones coming this time.

"It's been a thousand years now. The Beastmen probably can't suppress this upheaval, so they'll likely head south first."

Ye Rong let out a long sigh.

"You stupid ox, do you think the Beastfolk will head south? Didn't your race swear to guard the Abyss to the death to atone