A year later, Cangwu Desert.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
The Red Barbarian Cannons and Mortars kept firing shells. Explosions thundered across the desert as countless Soul Beasts were blown to pieces beneath the relentless barrage.
Rat-a-tat-tat...
On a high dune, Ning Fengzhi manned a machine gun and unleashed a full-on barrage at the beast tide. Flames spat from the muzzle as wave after wave of Armor-Piercing Bullets tore through the air, mercilessly reaping the Soul Beasts' lives.
Bibi Dong and the others were doing the same. Besides machine guns, they also had Sniper Rifles loaded with High-Explosive Bullets. Each shot was powerful enough to pierce a Soul Saint's defenses. Once the bullets entered a body, they exploded instantly, wreaking immense damage.
Over the past year, many beast tides had still swept through Cangwu Desert. But with the help of modern weapons, every one of them had been driven back, with almost no casualties.
The Military Affairs Department had also kept delivering supplies and equipment, so the Black Flame Army's camp was well-stocked.
"The beast tide has retreated. One unit will stay here and hold position. Everyone else, return to camp."
"Yes, sir!"
The Black Flame Army camp, inside the command tent.
"Reporting, Marshal. Senior Feng has awakened."
An auxiliary soldier hurried into the tent and reported to Murong Huai. At his words, Murong Huai quickly set down the battle report in his hands.
"Heh, you're finally awake!"
With that, Murong Huai hurried to the tent where the Wind Dragon was staying. Feng Fuyao was sprawled over a table, wolfing down a feast of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast meat. Several people stood nearby to serve him, and he was clutching a whole vat of rice. Murong Huai waved everyone away, then plopped down across from Feng Fuyao.
"Good grief, Feng Fuyao, you're