Five Declines of Man and Heaven

Over a hundred kilometers outside Three-Hump Mountain.

In an inconspicuous valley on the Wasteland, all four thousand-plus soldiers of Ice Extreme Pass had gathered.

The ground around the Camp was covered in silver Space Patterns, like an enormous spiderweb. It completely isolated the Life Aura, Psionic Fluctuations, and even the refraction of light throughout the Camp, forming a tightly sealed Space Concealment Formation.

From the outside, this place appeared to be nothing more than an empty, desolate valley that blended into the surrounding landscape without the slightest anomaly.

"Military Lord should be back soon, right?"

Zaitu paced back and forth before the tent, his brows tightly furrowed and his face clouded with worry.

Although the Military Lord had told them to remain behind at the Camp and protect the main force, he could not put his mind at ease.

This time, the Military Lord's opponents were no ordinary foes. There were three Eighth-Order Imperial Clan members, along with over ten thousand elite Orc Warriors.

Such a massive force would have been a terrifying, battlefield-upending power anywhere.

Yet the Military Lord had to face all of it alone.

As for them, his subordinates, they could only hide in the shadows, unable to offer the Military Lord even the slightest help.

Although Zaitu knew the Military Lord had arranged things this way to protect everyone, deep down, that sense of helplessness still stabbed faintly at his heart like a thorn.

To the Military Lord, were they still a burden?

Ran Tu felt a little bitter inside.

"Don't worry. The boss will be fine."

Li Qi leaned against a wooden post beside him. Seeing Zaitu's restless state, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his lips.

Zaitu simply had not been with the boss for long enough and did not understand the