Two days later.
Three thousand zhang beneath the Black Fox Royal Court, at the Yin River Altar.
A wisp of golden signal smoke rose from its very center, taking the shape of a tall phantom draped in a beast-patterned cloak and wearing a seven-colored peacock crown.
The phantom's face was indistinct, revealing only a pair of golden eyes.
Clad in a jet-black fox-fur coat, the Black Fox King stood alone before the altar.
Wu Yanshuo, Wu Lieshan, Yue Ting, and more than a dozen Barbarian Infants of the Royal Court stood on either side, all with their heads lowered.
"Black Fox King, the Azure Wolf Royal Court has no need of your reinforcements."
"Three hundred thousand Peacock Garrison Guards from the Ancestral Court have already marched south from the Golden Tent, accompanied by a Peacock High Priest. They will enter the Wolf Fang Mountains within seven days. Even with Taiyi's Xie Xuanwei aiding him, Tie Hengjiang can forget about breaking into the Azure Wolf Ancestral Grounds."
Wu Yanshuo was delighted to hear this.
The three hundred thousand Peacock Garrison Guards were the Golden Tent Great Khan's Personal Guard. In armor, war mounts, and bloodline inheritance alone, they surpassed even the elite core troops of the three great Royal Courts.
With a late-stage Barbarian Infant Peacock High Priest as well, they were more than enough to help the Azure Wolf Royal Court regain its footing.
Yet not the slightest relief appeared on the Black Fox King's face.
Sure enough, the phantom's very next words abruptly turned cold.
"I have already seen the Blood Stele Qing Chen erected."
Hum!
A broken Stone Stele suddenly appeared beneath the Black Moon.
Only a small portion of the stele remained, yet it stood a full three hundred zhang tall.
A "Proclamation Against the Black Fox