Time flew by, and an entire month had passed.
Over the past month, undercurrents had surged beneath the two greatest empires of the Sun and Moon Continent. The tense situation had left the entire land struggling to breathe.
Within the Radiant Sun Empire, the entire nation had begun operating at full speed. The Soul Tool Association emptied half a year's reserves, dispatching massive quantities of high-grade Soul Tools, healing pills, military supplies, provisions, and weapons from workshops and warehouses across the empire. Dense convoys of Soul Tool transport vehicles traveled day and night, quietly rushing toward the main battlefields along the northern and southern borders.
Across the border wilderness, black military tents stretched for thousands of miles. Iron armor gleamed coldly, and murderous intent soared into the sky.
A full million Radiant Sun soldiers stood in formation, their armor bright and weapons reflecting the sun. Every soldier was an elite selected through countless rounds of screening, equipped with standard-issue Soul Tool gear. Their military might was vast enough to intimidate all directions.
This army of tigers and wolves, prepared for over a month, had long since been ready to depart. They waited only for a single order from their supreme commander.
Outside the central command tent stood a tall, imposing figure.
The Grand Marshal of the Radiant Sun Empire's armies, Long Wushuang.
He wore a deep black commander's robe embroidered with gold, with nine-star insignia upon his shoulders. His face was cold and chiseled, his eyes sharp as frozen blades, and the blood-soaked aura of a veteran battlefield commander surrounded him.
As the Radiant Sun Empire's foremost God of War, Long Wushuang had fought for decades without suffering a single defeat. He had crushed countless rebellions and guarded the southern frontier. He was one of the continent's most renowned supreme