The aftermath of the Tang Sect's memorial ceremony had yet to fade, and the disciples in the square had not fully dispersed when hurried footsteps came from the mountain gate. A disciple clad in Agility Hall attire appeared, drenched in sweat, his cloak still caked with dust. He had clearly raced over a long distance. The moment he rushed into the square, he cried anxiously, "Urgent military dispatch! I have an important matter to report to the Sect Master!"
"Why the panic?" A steady voice rang out. Bai He stepped from the crowd and looked at the disciple. Though his tone was calm, it carried unquestionable composure. "The Sect Master is here. Speak slowly, and do not delay the military report."
Hearing this, the disciple followed Bai He's gaze to Tang San on the platform. He hurried forward, dropped to one knee, and raised a military dispatch bearing faint bloodstains in both hands. His voice was unsteady from his ragged breathing. "Greetings, Sect Master! By order of His Majesty Xue Beng, I have come to request reinforcements from General Tang of the Tang Sect!"
Tang San's heart sank. He quickly stepped down from the platform, took the report, and scanned its contents. His expression instantly turned grave. Lin Zhixia, Xiao Wu, and Gu Zhinian also gathered around him. The report read: The allied army had previously fallen victim to a scheme by the Spirit Hall Empire and suffered devastating losses. To preserve its own defensive line, the Star Luo Empire had urgently withdrawn its reinforcements. Now, taking advantage of the situation, the Spirit Hall Empire had increased its forces and pressed forward step by step, repeatedly sending Soul Master squads to harass the Heaven Dou Empire's border defenses. Our soldiers were exhausted from dealing with them and struggling to hold