Qin He stood amid the shattered rubble, his gaze sweeping over the ruinous wasteland.
Broken stones and scorched earth lay piled in layers, still retaining the deathly silence left behind by a fierce battle.
He muttered to himself, What did the Sky Demon that turned everything upside down look like?
Was it some green-faced, fang-toothed abomination, savage and terrifying, or did it have no fixed form at all—nothing more than an illusory gloom lurking in the darkness?
Qin He withdrew his scattered thoughts and stepped forward to follow the rear of the group.
The road ahead stretched endlessly. The vast wilderness had no visible end, and all that remained between heaven and earth was a gray, murky hue—the desolation and oppression unique to the Spiritless Land.
For the next three days, everyone hurried onward without pause.
At dusk on the third day, a black line that stretched across their entire field of vision finally appeared at the edge of heaven and earth.
It was an endless expanse of military camps and tents, layer upon layer, spreading in every direction beneath the sky. It stood upon a ruined Pingyuan, with no end visible at a glance.
At that moment, everyone unconsciously slowed their steps.
Qin He also stopped and looked up, an indescribable shock rising within him.
This was not a military camp in the ordinary sense.
Ordinary military camps were orderly yet cramped, limited in scope. But the camp before them was vast beyond imagination.
Countless black military tents stood in staggered rows, packed densely together and extending endlessly along the gentle terrain until they blended into the distant gray horizon.
Between the tents, broad patrol roads crisscrossed in every direction, straight and open enough for dozens of riders to travel abreast.
Deep within the camp, towering Martial Arena Platforms