At the Primordial Beginning Dao Field in the East Sea, Su Yang stood at the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back. His gaze swept over the Bear Tribe army, its banners snapping in the wind and its ranks marching with ironclad steps. The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he murmured, "This is what the human race should look like—blood that has not run cold, a will that will not bend, and a backbone held straight."
The army pressed on day and night, going ten days without rest. On this day, a mounted scout came rushing in to report, "Your Majesty! A hundred li ahead, the main force of the Jiu Li Tribe has gathered in the wilderness!" Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan reined in his horse and gazed into the distance. His five fingers slowly tightened around the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword, making its sheath hum. He drew a deep breath and decisively ordered, "Pass the order to the entire army—make camp here!"
The horns sounded. Orderly riders galloped like bolts of lightning, shouting, "His Majesty has ordered us to establish camp!" Wherever they passed, the soldiers halted at the command, removing their armor, raising tents, digging stoves, and burning firewood. Wisps of smoke rose into the air, and beneath the atmosphere of slaughter lay a steady, unshakable confidence.
Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan turned to Guang Chengzi and asked, "Teacher, the enemy army is within a hundred li. In your view, how should we break the game?"
Guang Chengzi pondered briefly and flicked his horsetail whisk. "Your Majesty, the Witch Clan's bodies are as strong as mountains, making them extremely difficult to defeat in close combat. It would be best for us cultivators to attack from a distance and suppress their edge with spells and divine abilities. As