The Great War
At Eleventh Border Pass, inside the pass, a huge square spread out before them. Arrays of light rose from the ground at its center: a giant teleportation array. Within it, rows of soldiers formed up and marched into the array in orderly fashion. The array's light enveloped them, and they vanished.
On the pass's city wall, Lan Jun, clad in armor, watched the scene, anxiety in his eyes.
Lan Yuxiang and Lan Yuyue stood beside Lan Jun, worry showing in their eyes.
Yu Si Yan and the others were also nearby, watching rows of soldiers disappear into the teleportation array.
Seeing Lan Jun's anxious expression, Lie Yanhuo asked, "Pass Master Lan, is it really that bad over there?"
At his words, the others turned to Lan Jun as well, confusion in their eyes.
Lan Jun's already furrowed brows knitted even tighter. "It may be worse than we imagined. According to the message, the Evil Race has already launched an attack on Imperial Pass!"
As he spoke, Lan Jun seemed to sense something and looked to one side. A golden cicada fluttered its wings and flew toward him from a nearby array.
It was a Messaging Golden Cicada, one of the means the border passes used to convey information to one another.
Lan Jun reached out and caught the cicada, sensing the message it carried.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and his expression changed drastically.
"Not good!"
"Father, what happened?" Lan Yuxiang had never seen his father react like this before. He hurriedly asked.
The others also stared at Lan Jun in surprise.
Lan Jun's face darkened. He looked around at everyone before speaking. "It seems the Evil Race is truly determined to take Imperial Pass this time!" His voice was grave. "More than two hundred Evil Emperors, over