Dozens of miles beyond the pass.
A cliff.
Song Yan stood atop the cliff, gazing toward Daming Pass in the distance.
"..."
He watched the howling gales in the distance and the countless tiny tornadoes between the thunderclouds.
Deep within the clouds, heavy thunderlight glimmered.
His brows knitted tightly as he grumbled inwardly.
They were supposed to capture a pass like this with just six Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators?
Never mind how they were supposed to enter the pass. Even if they managed to get inside, if the Yan Kingdom sent any reinforcements to support its original three Foundation Establishment Realm defending officers, taking it quickly would be difficult.
The six people behind him gazed at the great pass, equally uncertain.
Wu Caidie spoke first. "Fellow Daoist Song."
"This Wind-and-Thunder Grand Formation is truly terrifying. Will the ten breaths Deputy General Luo mentioned be enough?"
Those fierce gales could already shatter bones and scour away souls. With their strength as Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, if they touched the arcs of heavenly lightning, they would likely meet their deaths and see their cultivation extinguished.
In truth, faced with such a dangerous mission, everyone had considered another path.
They could simply find somewhere to hide for three to five days, then return to the army and report that the assault had failed.
But that was extremely risky. If Luo Zheng noticed, he could casually kill them all on the grounds of shirking their duty and avoiding battle.
After agonizing over it, they had still decided to follow Song Yan here.
Song Yan glanced at her, considered her words utterly pointless, and dispensed with courtesy.
"Enough or not, can we simply refuse to enter the pass?"
"Watch how you speak to my sister!"
Somewhat angry, Wu Yun was about to step forward, but