A gentle breeze swept past. After a day of rest, the fourteen armies of the Literary World Army once again formed orderly ranks and climbed the Two Worlds Mountain City Wall, taking their places behind thirteen sections of the wall.
Unlike their first ascent, every soldier of the Pearl River Army wore confidence and composure on his face. Even with the foul stench of blood filling their nostrils and seemingly seeping through their entire bodies, not one soldier vomited or even frowned.
For in their memories, the Boundary Mountain City Wall was a place of blood and fire, but even more a place of victory and glory.
Fang Yun surveyed his surroundings and noticed that the soldiers of several Literary World armies were the opposite of the Pearl River Army. Unease was written all over their faces.
The Literary World Army still had fourteen armies today, but the Yan Kingdom's two armies had merged into one to defend a single section of the wall.
Fang Yun silently glanced at them. The various armies of Two Worlds Mountain that had previously ascended the wall had all followed the same course: first, a kingdom's two armies merged into one; then, the surviving soldiers of two kingdoms merged into one; finally, all the soldiers of the seven kingdoms merged into a single army.
Then Fang Yun looked toward the rear of the Pearl River Army.
Twenty brand-new ballista mechanisms stood on the tracks atop the wall. Ten were Light Iron Poison Arrow Ballistas, and the other ten were Bullhead Collision-Horn Ballistas. Together with the Great Scholar Literary Treasure Brush in Fang Yun's hand, they had exhausted all the military merit earned over the past several days.
These twenty mechanisms were part of the reason the Pearl River Army's spirits ran so high today.