Beneath the blazing sun, an army from Heaven Dou City marched like an earth-yellow giant dragon, winding and writhing across the emerald plains. The footsteps of millions blended, near and far, into a rustling murmur like countless whispering streams.
Behind these allied soldiers marched an army composed entirely of undead.
At the head of the column were ranks of skeleton soldiers, shields in one hand and blades in the other. They shifted from marching in step to a formal parade march, their bare skeletal feet striking the ground with force, each footfall sounding as one, without a single stray beat. Behind them followed all manner of undead troops: ghouls, zombies, abominations, and death knights. The rotten breath of the dead seeped from their bodies, and their lifeless eyes revealed their hunger for war, their savage urge to tear every living thing apart.
An enormous black dragon, more than a hundred meters long, soared through the sky. Several smaller frost dragons followed behind, their vast wings blotting out the heavens and casting broad shadows over the soldiers below.
Countless allied soldiers who had bid farewell to their families and neighbors to enlist glanced at the dragons sweeping overhead. Their apprehension and unease over this campaign against the remnants of the Star Dou Great Forest instantly turned into burning passion and fighting spirit.
An imposing figure stood atop the black dragon Di Tian's head, facing the wind.
Yang Ming paid no attention to the allied soldiers' thoughts. Layers of strange light flickered through his eyes from time to time. His Nine-Tomoe Rinnegan clearly detected an invisible barrier covering the Star Dou Great Forest, shutting out any gaze that dared pry into its secrets.
"Oh?"
Yang Ming raised an eyebrow, inwardly surprised.
The Star Dou Great Forest straddled the Heaven Dou Empire and