Just as Xing Yan unexpectedly summoned the Undead Army to rampage across the battlefield like wolves and boars, Water Marquis Meng Zhang, locked in fierce combat with the Dragon Army's main force at Wave-Subduing Island, finally received the news. He hurriedly cast a spell to contact Wu Zhiqi, the lord of Frost City, who was on his way to the battlefield, ordering him not to come to the Wave-Subduing waters to engage the Four Rivers main force, but to reinforce the Hidden Wave front and stabilize their lines.
By rights, after sending his magical message and sensing that familiar thread of icy cold from afar, Meng Zhang should have felt reassured. After all, Wu Zhiqi, the lord of Frost City, was an ancient giant god, ranked second in combat prowess among the Eight Dragon God Generals, below only Douhou. Even against the enemy commander, he would not necessarily lose. Yet somehow, despite this seemingly foolproof arrangement, the unease in Meng Zhang's heart only grew stronger.
Summoning hundreds upon thousands of undead in an instant...
Mounted on the enormous black-winged Winged Dragon amid the clouds, the imposing Dragon Marquis whipped down a fire-spewing Jiao Tun lunging at him. With a moment to catch his breath, he glanced toward the clamorous battlefield to the south, his expression grave.
The Zhuyou Ghost Clan has intervened after all...
Listening to the rushing wind stirred by the Winged Dragon's wings beneath him, Meng Zhang thought:
If General Wu loses this time as well, I fear I truly will be routed on my own doorstep today!
At that thought, he saw two more fierce flood dragons charging through the clouds ahead, spouting billows and mist. The mighty Water Marquis, who had not tasted defeat in many years, could not help showing a bitter smile.
Leaving aside