Barbarian Lands, western borderlands, a war zone between two armies.
In recent years, the Eastern Wasteland Dynasty had continually reinforced its forces, causing the pressure along the Barbarian Land border to grow by the day.
Restricted by their cultivation methods, the Barbarians possessed no battlefield killing weapons like the Eastern Wasteland Serpent Crossbow or Human Lightning. Thus, they always came out worse in every clash and skirmish.
However, this situation had begun to improve over a year ago.
The Yang Sacred Clan had migrated here from afar, not only injecting new vitality into the Barbarians' ordinary trade and commerce, but also bringing in the myriad arts of outside cultivators.
Having obtained the Western Path inheritance provided by the Yang Clan, the Barbarian cultivator-artisans began their frantic research day and night.
After more than a year of effort, many creations of the myriad arts had already been tested in battle on the front lines and put into everyday combat use.
With these varied auxiliary tools, the Barbarians' combat strength had also risen noticeably.
"General, the outsiders are pursuing us again!"
At a temporary encampment somewhere on the front lines, a Barbarian cultivator responsible for scouting returned with the news.
"Move out at once. Head north!"
Upon receiving the report, the commanding general immediately gave the order, ending their brief rest.
The soldiers rose one after another, supporting or carrying the wounded, and began moving north.
"General."
At that moment, a military strategist stepped forward and stopped the general. In a low voice, he said, "General, we are already showing signs of being surrounded. At our current marching speed, I fear it will be difficult to break through the enemy's blockade."
"What are you trying to say?"
"General, if we are to preserve as much fighting strength as possible, the wisest decision