Return to Dragon-Ending Ridge

At Yin Shang's camp at Crouching Tiger Slope, dusk hung heavy as night deepened.

The soldiers of the three armies had just finished dinner, and the camp was still relaxed and peaceful.

As Wenzhong sat in the central command tent, regulating his breath with his eyes closed, the vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened on its own!

That deep, unfathomable heavenly eye pierced through the dark night, perceiving murderous intent in every direction. A chilling aura of slaughter had already silently enveloped the entire camp.

Wenzhong slowly opened his eyes, frost gathering between his brows. He let out a soft sigh. "There will be no peace tonight."

Daring not delay, he immediately issued an order and summoned Jili into the tent. "Pass on my command: the entire army is to remain on alert and sleep with weapons at hand! Western Qi will surely raid the camp tonight. Everyone, stay fully focused and defend to the death!"

The command swiftly spread through the connected camps. Yin Shang's soldiers hastily donned their armor and formed ranks, bracing for battle.

But with the tide already turning against them, morale had long since become unstable. Even with advance preparations, they could not conceal their exhaustion.

Night completely soaked the heavens and earth. Beneath the ink-black sky, countless sparks of fire suddenly tore through the darkness.

Flaming arrows rained down from the sky, densely falling upon the Yin Shang camps. Tents ignited in an instant, towering flames surged into the heavens, and blazing fire devoured the barracks as thick smoke blotted out the stars and moon.

The instant the firelight illuminated the land, Western Qi unleashed its full force!

Nangong Shi and Yang Jian led the frontal army in a fierce charge. Weapons gleamed and warhorses trampled through the night as countless Western Qi