Expelling the Tartars and Restoring China Was a Success! -- Huh? Which Time Are You Talking About?

Shen Le smiled as he watched the yin winds sweep up, whirl about, and disperse.

Within the memories guided by the Copper Fragment—or rather, from his transcendent perspective—he could even see the differing military auras of the two camps. One side suddenly surged, blazing fiercely as it shrouded the fortified camp before sweeping down in a torrential rush; the other rapidly crumbled apart, splintering in all directions and teetering under the assault of the opposing military aura.

The military aura above the fortified camp boiled and churned, plunging straight down toward the stone sphere that had injured the Tatar Khan. "Hurry!"

"Faster!"

"Even faster! There's still time to save them—no, save the ghosts! Anyway, bring them back—"

From the perspective visible only to him, Shen Le anxiously urged them on within this unchangeable history. Although the demons and ghosts inside the stone sphere were already ghostly beings, already dead once, and although half of them had even been demons rather than humans in life...

Who could say they were not warriors?

If they were warriors, they should be saved!

Since they could exist within their own side's military aura and even launch attacks, that meant their military aura could accommodate them—perhaps even protect them. Hurry! Move faster!

The military aura surged like a vast tide, pouncing downward at high speed.

On the Tatar side, though their military aura was on the verge of collapse and had shattered into fragments, the spot at its center—the Khan's position—still struggled to gather into a mass, resisting the encroachment from outside.

The stone sphere, which had stopped rolling, was even being corroded by the military aura, letting out faint popping sounds. Yin winds howled as they burst from the sphere in rapid succession, charging at the Tatar Khan. "Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The instant