The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smug smile.
At the same time, the earth to the south began to tremble.
That tremor came from far away to near, growing stronger, more violent.
Loose stones on the ground began to jump; the branches and leaves of the trees began to sway.
Countless enormous boulders rose from the ground, converging into one rock giant after another.
Those rock giants stood several dozen zhang tall, their whole bodies covered in hard stone armor.
Every step they brought down stamped an enormous pit into the earth.
Their eyes were dark brown, with no pupils, only a mass of condensed earth-attribute Spirit Energy flickering with a steady glow.
The Mountain Elves stood on the shoulders of those rock giants.
They were burly in build, their skin like stone, their faces rough-hewn, their eyes flashing with a bellicose light.
They held enormous stone hammers or stone axes, and wore armor polished from rock, heavy and solid.
The Mountain Elf King, Yan Ji, stood atop the head of the tallest rock giant at the very front.
His body was even more massive than an ordinary Mountain Elf's, like a moving hill.
He wore armor forged from adamantine, radiating an ocher light.
In his hand, he gripped an enormous warhammer. Runes were carved all over the hammer, and every blow it brought down could trigger an earthquake.
"Divine Wood Forest..." His voice was deep and thick, like a rumble from the depths of the earth. "Today, it will change hands."
The sky in the Western Lands was shrouded in darkness.
That darkness was not the darkness of night, but a living darkness, a darkness with life.
It surged over like a tide, devouring all light along its path.
Within that darkness, countless figures of Night