The scene shifted--
Gou Dongxi had received Qin Feng's orders early and brought a group of underlings to the southeastern border.
Tents stood in neat rows, and flags fluttered fiercely in the wind, exuding a chilling, murderous air.
Tens of thousands of soldiers hurried back and forth between the tents. Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, and they radiated a fierce, battle-hardened aura—the unique bearing forged through countless clashes.
Determination and courage were written across every face, and their eyes shone with unwavering resolve.
"Boss, what are we doing here!?"
The underlings' voices trembled. "This is the God of War Hall's military camp! If we're discovered, they'll probably mistake us for spies and kill us on the spot!"
"What a bunch of cowards!"
Gou Dongxi shot them a glance and snorted. "So what if it's the God of War Hall? So what if it's Long Aotian? Is that really enough to scare you this badly?!"
"Boss, let's not mess around!"
The underlings looked close to tears. "This is the God of War Hall's most elite army, with ten million soldiers! Our lofty Golden Immortal Realm squad leaders are nothing but bottom-feeders here. I say we get out of here while they haven't noticed us!"
"So what if they're elite?!"
Gou Dongxi snorted again. "I followed the First Emperor! I fight the damn elite!!"
"Big brother, stop messing around!"
The underlings were almost in tears. They were new accounts and couldn't afford to get caught up in this.
"Shut the hell up!"
Gou Dongxi immediately lowered his voice and scolded them. "Remember, as soon as the Immortal Alliance and the God of War Hall finish fighting, we rush in as fast as we can. Strip the soldiers of their gear, and haul off every last piece of military equipment from the