That day, the Two Worlds Mountain Ministry of War issued an order reducing combat shifts for the entire army to twelve hours. Troops would rotate every twelve hours, then rest for a day after fighting for twelve hours.
The atmosphere within Two Worlds Mountain grew even tenser, for such measures had only been taken during the first Battle of Two Worlds Mountain. If matters escalated further and troops rotated every six hours, they would have entered a period of all-out confrontation. If they rotated every two hours, it would be the final battle of life and death, with no room for the slightest carelessness.
In the last great battle at Two Worlds Mountain all those years ago, both sides had exhausted every ounce of their strength. The human race and the Dragon Race had rotated troops almost every two hours, and countless human and Water Race soldiers had filled Two Worlds Mountain with their lives.
After receiving the order, Fang Yun glanced outside. Rotating every twelve hours meant that nearly forty million soldiers would be engaged in combat alone. The reserves would need at least as many, and the armies still in training would also need to number at least forty million.
Two Worlds Mountain had been transformed completely into a terrifying engine of war.
On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the third wave of armies from the Literary World's various kingdoms finished training. The Chu Kingdom dispatched two armies. One was incorporated directly into the Qishan Army, while the other was the Flying Bear Army, led by the Jing Commandery Prince.
The fighting abruptly became brutal.
When Fang Yun stepped onto Two Worlds Mountain again, he no longer had time to read. Instead, he constantly watched the battle between the Pearl River Army and the demon