The Soul Beasts were utterly unruffled, making their pre-war preparations in an orderly fashion. On the human side, things were equally steady and methodical, advancing step by step.
Before long, the army arrived at the Star Dou Great Forest and set up camp outside it. The former market had fallen into desolation for various reasons. A breeze swept past the worn wooden signs, which swayed precariously, battered and broken.
Inside the command tent, the White Tiger Duke stood in armor, staring gravely at the hanging map. Behind him stood a dense mass of powerhouses from all regions.
There was no denying that although the White Tiger Duke was a scumbag, he possessed the strongest military ability among them.
Tang San and several of his companions chatted leisurely. In their eyes, these mortals could only be used to hold back the Beast Tide. The ones who would truly determine the outcome were still them.
"First, we'll draw the Soul Beasts out. Then we'll use the Soul Guidance Cannon Shells donated by the various empires to bombard the area and weaken the Soul Beasts as much as possible."
The White Tiger Duke pointed to a spot on the map, though bitterness filled his heart. He had led armies against the Sun Moon Empire for so many years. How could he not envy the Sun Moon Empire's highly advanced Soul Tools? Yet the technological gap was simply too great; it was not something that could be caught up in one or two generations. A war like this one would ultimately have to be filled with human lives.
"The Star Dou Great Forest is too vast. We can't surround the entire forest. That would spread our forces too thinly. If the Beast Tide charged in a single direction, the defensive line would collapse immediately,