In the mountain forest.
Dragon Head listened to Ren Ye's disjointed words, deeply puzzled. "What story?"
He focused his gaze northward and saw that the supply camp was already a sea of flames. In a daze, he sighed. "Ah, nothing."
With that, Ren Ye gathered himself and steadied his emotions. Only then did color return to his pale cheeks.
Seeing that he did not wish to answer, Dragon Head immediately changed the subject. "Look, Han Liang's command platform has entered the formation. Great Qian's soldiers are riding high. We can't delay any longer. It's time to take the stage."
Ren Ye looked toward the battlefield at those words. Wherever the two armies clashed, men fought desperately for their lives and thousands of horses collided. The vast battlefield stretched for nearly a hundred li.
That night, it seemed as though all of Ba-Shu could hear the anguish and wailing rising from that hellish battlefield.
Looking closely, Ren Ye spotted a command platform built of stone and timber. It stood about a hundred feet tall, with twenty-four wheels beneath it so men could push it, and was now approaching the center of the battlefield.
Banners bearing the character "Han" hung on either side of the platform, and ten thousand guards protected each of its four sides.
That was the command platform of Han Liang, commander of the three armies, from which he oversaw the battle and issued orders to the troops.
As long as that platform stood, Great Qian's offensive would remain strong.
Ren Ye stared at the platform, his expression gradually turning stern and cold.
He turned around, swept his gaze over nearly two hundred fourth-grade Supernatural Ability Users, and declared, "The Shangyu Nine Lands have fallen into war. This was not my wish, nor could I alone prevent it! Guan