Night deepened.
Su Ming stood atop the highest peak in the headquarters.
His black robes snapped in the night wind.
Luo Yiyi stood beside him, her white robes whiter than snow.
On the distant horizon, a blood-red glow faintly churned.
It was the aura of the Abnormal Army.
Drawing closer and closer.
"Do you think we can win this battle?"
Luo Yiyi asked softly.
Su Ming gazed into the distance.
His tone was calm.
"Of course we can."
"This is only the beginning."
He knew all too well.
Twenty thousand abnormal troops.
Were merely an appetizer.
The truly grueling battles.
Were still to come.
The Seven Sins Great Emperor.
Was his true opponent.
But this battle.
Had to be won.
Absolutely had to be won.
They needed not only to hold the defense line.
But also to display the allied forces' might.
To show the backbone of this realm.
Su Ming slowly raised his right hand.
Grey mist flickered faintly at his fingertips in the darkness.
The next instant.
The windblown sand outside the tent suddenly grew more urgent.
The grey mist at Su Ming's fingertips quietly dissipated, and his calm gaze turned toward the tent entrance.
He had just assembled thirty members of the Personal Guard and was preparing to head northwest to investigate the Abnormal Army's unusual movements.
Falling Star Ancient City had only just cleared out every enemy stronghold within its territory, and its foundations were not yet secure.
The slightest rustle of wind or grass set the nerves of the entire defense line on edge.
"Report!"
A somewhat panicked voice rang out from beyond the tent, carrying the urgency of someone racing through the air.
The moment a guard lifted the tent flap, a scout drenched in blood staggered inside and dropped to one knee, panting