A hundred thousand Barbarian Tribe soldiers surged forward like mountains collapsing and seas overturning.
Among them were no lack of Innate-level warriors flying through the air.
Before the armies even clashed, arrows descended like raindrops.
Once the arrow rain passed, Barbarian Tribe soldiers blanketed the mountains and plains as they charged forward. They were all Zhuang Han over 1.8 meters tall, wearing crude iron armor and beast-hide chainmail in the dead of winter, wielding all manner of heavy weapons with ease. The sight was truly spectacular.
Against such enemies, ordinary soldiers and martial artists could already be called brave simply for standing their ground instead of fleeing. Those who drew their blades and dared engage them head-on were unquestionably worthy of the word "heroes."
The defensive fortifications built from wood and stone offered no sense of security at all.
The Barbarian Tribe army swept in like a flood, crashing into the base of the fortifications as the two sides began their direct clash.
Unlike the Barbarian Tribe army, which relied entirely on talent and overwhelming individual physical prowess, Lin Chang Commandery's side fought in a far more orderly fashion, placing greater emphasis on coordination.
There was no other choice—their individual qualities simply could not compare.
While the front lines raged fiercely, Innate Realm Barbarian Tribe experts also came to harass the rear camp.
This was something the Barbarians had never done before. The Barbarians, once considered nothing but reckless brutes, were constantly improving as well.
In any case, they were growing more and more crafty. They could no longer be viewed through the lens of the past.
Since it was positioned at the very rear, Chen Mo's camp had not been attacked. Still, he could already see the two sides battling in the distance, and the fighting was extremely intense.