The bright moon hung high, and everything seemed so quiet. The once-bustling human streets were now empty, and armored soldiers were the only ones moving through every area.
The sounds of carriages rolling and soldiers walking continued to ring out. Nothing like this had ever happened before; such a situation had never occurred during a war.
Yet this quiet atmosphere made no one feel like sleeping. All anyone felt was indescribable tension.
No one knew when the Demon Race on the other side would attack, so every soldier remained on high alert.
Imperial Dragon Pass was like this, and so were the other fortresses. Every fortress was now gripped by tension. No one could say just what the Demon Race intended by doing this.
The sounds of moving metal rang out from the other side as Soul Cannon Barrels began to turn.
These were all the fruits of the Demon Race's work over the past few months. Each defensive line had nearly a hundred thousand Soul Cannons. Many were shoulder-mounted, but many others rested on supports and bases on the ground.
Among them were fifty Soul Cannons nearly fifteen meters tall. Each required twenty demons to operate. Huo Yuhao had personally inscribed their Level 9 Soul Guidance Core Magic Arrays and made every Sealed Milk Bottle they needed, then had the Demon Race Soldiers assemble them together with the other components.
Over the previous three months, aside from supervising the plan's progress, Huo Yuhao had spent whatever time he could spare inscribing these Level 9 Soul Guidance Core Magic Arrays. In those three months, he had left himself little time to rest.
Yet there were only fifty such Level 9 Soul Cannons. In Huo Yuhao's estimation, they still left him stretched thin against an opponent like Austin Griffin.
Moreover, the