The war in the Mountainous Country continued.
In a sense, the Mountainous Country was both the luckiest and the unluckiest participant in this war.
Luckily, their mountainous, forested terrain was utterly miserable to fight in. The soggy woodland, swamps, and harsh, unpredictable weather formed an Ultimate Weapon against mortal life. The invaders, accustomed to life at sea, gained no advantage here either.
Unfortunately, because their resistance had been so effective, they had drawn the enemy's special attention.
"Quick, put out the fire! If we lose this woodland, Red Mountain Camp will have no barrier left."
"It can't be saved. Those are elemental lifeforms. Fall back to the next area."
The scorched patches on the ground continued to spread, as vast amounts of elemental fire turned into unstoppable fire demons.
The invaders, who had never been adept at using fire, had already trained quite a few fire masters. They had no reason to cherish the resources of this woodland. To them, it was nothing but a meaningless obstacle.
Flooding had proven largely ineffective, but the simple and brutal scorched-earth tactic could steadily advance their lines. Only—
"Boom!"
A sudden bolt of lightning struck the area, followed by dark clouds that had clearly gathered unnaturally.
Torrential rain followed. Amid the storm and dark clouds, furious human faces could faintly be seen appearing and vanishing.
The Monsoon God had intervened directly. The thunder and storm he summoned brought with them a downpour.
In truth, the Mountain Country's only five gods had remained highly active throughout this war.
And this was no ordinary rain meant to extinguish flames.
The next moment, it was as if time had reversed. Wherever the rain fell, trees sprang from the earth in great numbers, as though all the flames had been nothing more than a nightmare.
This was