As time passed, the Snake-People Tribe's migration progressed steadily.
A month soon passed.
The roughly two hundred thousand members of the Snake-People Tribe gradually arrived at Ghost-Suppressing Pass, a major border stronghold of the Jia Ma Empire.
Ghost-Suppressing Pass lived up to its name.
It had been established specifically to hold back Black-Corner Region Invaders. A hundred thousand troops were stationed here, and every soldier was a veteran who had weathered the battlefield and experienced war.
Thus, the soldiers here were far stronger than the inland armies, and their imposing presence far surpassed them as well.
In terms of strength, these soldiers might not compare to the Snake-People Tribe, but their murderous bearing was something the Snake-People Tribe could not match.
Fighting broke out here almost every day, though it involved only small factions from the Black-Corner Region.
Over time, however, the soldiers here had become hardened veterans of a hundred battles.
The sky was gloomy. Dark clouds blanketed the skies above Ghost-Suppressing Pass, lightning flashed from time to time, and howling winds swept across the land with cries like wailing ghosts.
At this moment, excitement and anticipation stirred within the entire Snake-People Tribe. After a month of migration, they had finally reached Ghost-Suppressing Pass, the Jia Ma Empire's major border stronghold.
Beyond Ghost-Suppressing Pass lay the boundless Black Domain Great Plains.
As the gateway to the Black-Corner Region, the Black Domain Great Plains stretched endlessly into the distance, an unbroken expanse of black as far as the eye could see.
Yet a faint scent of blood still lingered in the air.
Such was the everyday slaughter of the Black-Corner Region.
As the migrating army slowly approached Ghost-Suppressing Pass, its commander, Mu Family patriarch Mu Chen, beat his Dou Qi Wings and flew straight toward the Amethyst Winged Lion King