Countless named and nameless... A vast army of alien creatures swept across the sky, their shadows broader than the enormous fissure left behind when Chiwang Tomb broke free from the earth.
At that moment, at the bottom of the pit, a figure agilely poked his head out from a cliff split open like a snapped section of rock... though he was covered in dust.
"Old Ghost Sikong's tunnel is really something..."
He muttered, brushed the dust from his hair, and looked up. His expression immediately turned solemn.
"So, what should this stray dog of mine do now..."
He lowered his head and fell into thought.
Very soon, he seemed to have made up his mind. His figure swiftly climbed up the cliff, and before long, he had disappeared.
At that moment, a heaven-shaking roar erupted from within the alien army like a raging tide.
The Emperor summoned lightning that filled the sky, furiously striking Chiwang Tomb. The might was like doomsday descending from heaven, wildly igniting the flames of battle in the hearts of the alien warriors.
The army had been mobilized rather suddenly this time. The Empire Emperor had only needed to issue a single order, and none dared disobey... But since the matter had arisen so abruptly, the number of legions that could be assembled was indeed limited. This expedition consisted merely of His Majesty the Emperor's directly subordinated imperial guards. The remaining forces had been requisitioned directly from the imperial capital nearest to the Crimson Wasteland.
That capital had been built by the assimilated hundred clans who left the Red Kingdom after the Red King fell. It was called the City of Feather Ascension. Its city lord, Du Tianjing, was himself a descendant of the Black Clan, once one of the upper clans among the