Two days later.
The Immortal Burial Ruins.
The Yan army camp, thirty miles outside Dragon Gate Pass in the Yan Kingdom.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
"General Sun, please, you must not rush to send out the troops. It will not be too late to discuss our deployment once the remaining twenty thousand volunteers in the rear and Upper Immortal Taiping, whom I told you about, arrive!"
Qin Yun, Manor Lord of Ancient Sword Manor, was dragging his gravely wounded body about as he discussed the deployment date with Great General Sun Cheng, commander of these fifty thousand Yan soldiers.
Seeing how badly wounded Manor Lord Qin Yun was, Great General Sun Cheng immediately said with concern:
"Elder Qin, please focus on recovering from your injuries. Leave the march to me."
He paused here before continuing with a frown:
"As for the deployment date, I am not simply insisting on having my own way. Judging by the intelligence sent back from inside the pass, the Demonic Army could breach the gates of Dragon Gate Pass at any moment."
"We must send out the troops either today or tomorrow."
Qin Yun seized Sun Cheng's arm and said firmly:
"Then please wait one more day, General. Just one day!"
Sun Cheng sighed, then nodded.
"Very well. I will wait one more day."
Hearing Sun Cheng's answer, Qin Yun let out a long breath, finally reassured.
But just then, a Voice Transmission Jade Slip tucked inside his sleeve suddenly began to vibrate with a faint buzzing sound.
Qin Yun immediately took out the jade slip and glanced at it.
Sun Cheng, standing beside him, was about to withdraw, but Qin Yun stopped him.
"General Sun, this is a message from the remaining twenty thousand volunteers. You should listen too."
Hearing that the message came from