Three Thousand Yin Soldiers Storm Nanshan

It was already night.

The eerie invasion had begun.

A sheet of mist drifted over through the darkness.

As it neared Nanshan Sacred Land, it gradually dispersed.

Where the black mist thinned, the figures of the Yin soldiers slowly emerged.

The three thousand Yin soldiers each occupied a position. With one hundred men to a squad, they were divided into thirty squads and entered the territory of Nanshan Sacred Land from different directions.

Each Yin Soldier Commander leading a squad had a wisp of mist clinging to him.

This was Lone Boat Eerie Mist, guiding the various Yin soldiers with the ability to split itself into myriad forms.

"The great city ahead is guarded by an Old God. Do not act rashly."

"The blessed land ahead is sealed off. It is difficult to infiltrate, so do not alert the enemy."

"There is a small town ahead. Though no Old God guards it, four Martial Saints of the Human Realm are stationed there, and it has a temple dedicated to the Human Sacred Master."

"That village has only one Martial Saint of the Human Realm. A statue of the Sacred Master has yet to be erected there. Once all the armies have gathered, we can break through... For now, go around it."

"Plant Underworld banners along the roads. When the time comes, summon the main army and sever Nanshan Sacred Land, turning it into a heap of loose sand."

Amid the eerie night, the Yin Soldier Commanders heard Lone Boat Eerie Mist's jumbled voice beside their ears.

Following Lone Boat Eerie Mist's directions, each squad of Yin soldiers reached its assigned location.

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In the darkness, beneath the earth, Yin soldiers emerged one after another. Their ranks were imposing, their military bearing immaculate.

"Has this gone too smoothly?"

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