Coming Together

A surging tide of iron-clad soldiers poured out of Immortal Martial City, their ranks stretching for dozens of miles.

Since the other besieged units were not far from Immortal Martial City, and there was a risk of giant demonic birds attacking from the sky, the Demon Suppression Army did not deploy its warships.

Shi Lan sat astride her horse. A sudden chill brushed her neck, and she glanced up at the sky, her expression distant.

Snowflakes drifted down like willow catkins, and in the blink of an eye, a layer of frost covered the cold armor.

Snow swirled through the air. Another bitter winter had arrived.

"Pick up the pace!"

Once the last soldier had left Immortal Martial City, the order was given.

Thunderous hoofbeats rang out as the entire army surged forward like a flying flood dragon.

Blood qi steamed within the ranks. The frost on their armor instantly evaporated, turning into rolling clouds of white vapor that drifted skyward.

The dragon horses were swift. After half a day of galloping at full speed, they had traveled nearly a thousand miles from Immortal Martial City.

The journey was calm and uneventful. Not a single mishap occurred.

The smoothness of their march only deepened Shi Lan's foreboding.

Bai Weiyang had said before that the Demon Race's main force had arrived within a thousand miles of Immortal Martial City.

Yet the army had already covered nearly a thousand miles, and they had not encountered a single demon beast.

Shi Lan was far from the only one troubled by this strange situation. The atmosphere grew oppressive.

"I just made inquiries. The Demon Race's beasts have shifted their positions and are closing in from behind, leaving us a path. Looks like they plan to surround us and wipe us all out."

"These beasts