Kang Country's main camp.
Birds occasionally flew past beneath the clouds on the distant horizon.
Some of these birds were real, while others were Martial Gall Totems belonging to enemy scouts. An airspace restriction had been set up below the camp. Any unfamiliar martial aura that approached within a certain altitude would trigger it and put the camp on alert. Northern Desert scouts only dared circle beyond the safe range to keep watch. If they accidentally flew too low, someone might shoot them down with an arrow.
Of course, this didn't mean Northern Desert had learned the layout of Kang Country's main camp or the secrets of its troop rotations. When setting up camp, the military strategists accompanying the army used specialized military Word Spirits to arrange formations and conceal the camp. From a low altitude, the camp looked normal, but from above, it was covered by thick clouds and dense fog to guard against enemy scouts.
Meet each move with a countermove.
Scouts had ways to break through such tricks, too.
It all came down to whose methods were more ingenious and airtight.
From the outside, Kang Country's main camp looked no different from usual.
Its military discipline was strict, and its formations were orderly.
But if someone entered certain tents at that moment, they would find them packed with soldiers on high alert. These soldiers had already formed their ranks and could assemble into formations to meet the enemy at the first sign of trouble. The atmosphere in the main tent was so heavy it was suffocating.
Qi Shan and the others sat in their respective places, not saying a word.
They all seemed to be waiting for something.
As the sun outside the tent slowly sank toward the horizon,
everyone's gaze once again fell on Qi Shan.