1011: The Mohist School's Art of Explosions (Part 1) [Please Vote for the Monthly Ticket]

Gu Chi watched the National Border Barrier scatter into countless points of light.

The starry specks struggled to give off their last faint glimmers.

In the next instant, a violent gale swept them away.

Gu Chi strained his eyes, but could only make out a vague silhouette standing in midair. Even from this far away, he could still feel the overwhelming might radiating from the figure. Just standing there, they exerted the ultimate pressure of a towering fortress: "One man guards the pass, ten thousand cannot break through. With such an immense presence, this must be the 20th Rank Che Hou attacking Shexing Pass?"

He immediately remembered what he had heard before being trapped in the dream.

He raised a hand, trying to stop Shen Tang from going forward.

But it was futile.

His hand passed right through Shen Tang's shoulder.

He cried out, "My lord, you can't go any farther!"

He spread his arms, trying to block her. "My lord!"

"My lord—"

"Stop right there!"

"Shen Youli! Stop!"

Shen Tang didn't hear his warning. She gritted her teeth and ordered the army to accelerate again—anyone who lagged behind or disobeyed would be executed!

Gu Chi knew why she was in such a hurry.

Though the Northern Desert had taken Shexing Pass, as long as the reinforcements arrived in time, they could strike before the Northern Desert had secured its position and coordinate with the troops inside the pass to take it back. Even if they couldn't reclaim it, she would lead her army in threatening the Northern Desert's rear, tying down its vanguard and keeping it from focusing its full strength on the defenders of Shexing Pass. That would buy them precious time to retreat.

A single step slower meant hundreds, even thousands, of lives.

Gu Chi understood all