From the distant dome gazing down, the earth was torn apart, a bottomless rift meandering into shape, resembling the slow-opening eye of hell.

On both sides of the abyss, two ancient colossal beasts perched between heaven and earth in a suffocating posture, silently confronting each other, their murderous intent crystallized into substance.

On one side stands the towering Sword Gate Pass, its majestic silhouette under the heavens akin to the backbone of the earth.

On the other side lies the Imperial Family’s vast and awe-inspiring Camp Mansion, sprawling like an ant nest, yet tightly ordered.

The world is silent and still, even the wind seems to have frozen.

However, the first roar that shattered this silence did not come from this tiny land, but rolled in thunderous waves from the distant, unreachable horizon.

A pitch-black torrent tore out from the horizon’s edge, first as an indistinct dot, then stretched into a continuous black line, finally expanding into a field of death that covered the plains with a devouring grandeur.

The vanguard cavalry array unfolded silently like a tide of steel.

Their pitch-black iron armor, under the blood-red sunset sky, did not reflect any light, instead it became abyss-like black holes, devouring all light within sight.

No flags fluttered in the wind, no drums sounded the thunderous rallying call, only a silence more intimidating than any roar.

No banners waved, no drums thundered, only silence, the silence of millions weighing heavier than any shout, countless hooves and chariots crushed the ground into one massive drum.

Yuan Hao united the military spirit in an instant. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

A sound, Zong Qingsheng had betrayed.

An image, Xu Yuan gravely injured under the siege of numerous Saints.

This was an event beyond any words, a loyalty imprinted deep within the soul. Countless complex emotions erupted like volcanoes amidst the military spirit, eventually converging into a fury directed at the betrayer!

Fury boiled to its peak, igniting like magma in the hearts of the entire Black Scale Army, scorching their reason, leaving only the profound hatred towards the traitor!

The grand cannon turned, its massive barrel aimed at the distance, seeming to shatter the heavens and earth.

Battle ramparts thundered into the sky, carrying a dirge of steel.

The swarm of beasts covered the sky, their shadows engulfed the entire heavens, like the impending doomsday.

The war colossus let out an ear-piercing roar, its sound tearing through the clouds, echoing in everyone’s ears, the prelude to destruction!

Over the past decades, loyalty to the Prime Minister’s Mansion had already been etched into every inch of their bones, fused into their blood. Even though Zong Qingsheng’s direct lineage tried to create turmoil, that feeble noise was swiftly submerged by this vast belief and fury!

The Black Scale Army, like a colossal hammer hurled forth, collided with the Northern Border Camp Mansion with irresistible destructive force!

As former blood allies, Black Scale and Northern Border’s camps were mutually supportive, able to counter any potential attack from the Sect Alliance, yet ironically, this meant they were within each other’s attack range, with nowhere to hide.

The moment the Black Scale grand cannon fell, blazing fire erupted across the Northern Border Camp Mansion, like countless suns instantly exploding on the ground, tearing it to shreds.

Confused soldiers fled in terror within the camp, cries, curses, and explosions blended into a hellish scene. The rapidly approaching tremor on the horizon further exacerbated this chaos, swiftly pushing the vast camp cluster to the brink of collapse!

This assault, no matter where or when, would be a devastating blow to any commander’s forces. However, the leader of the Northern Border Army, named Mu Zhenbei, the man hailed as the Great Yan Military God.

Charging alone into the rear, Yuan Hao’s loud cry, coupled with the insignia symbolizing Heavenly Family’s authority, successfully tore a rift in the spirit of the Northern Border Corps, planting seeds of doubt.

The poisonous vine of suspicion silently spread among the high ranks of the Imperial Family’s army, and the flames of chaos quickly ignited among the grassroots soldiers.

However,

When Marquis Wucheng, that mountainous man, returned from the Saint Battlefield, the previously spreading chaos was mercilessly suppressed at a visibly rapid pace.

With cold orders swiftly issued like iron chains; with wavering military officials mercilessly and quickly suppressed, the vast Northern Border Camp Mansion clustered with amazing speed, reestablished order, starting methodically to move again.

The Northern Border Iron Cavalry rushed out of numerous camp gates with the sound of the wind, like arrows piercing forward. The remaining cannon positions swiftly adjusted their attack direction in the shortest time, aiming at external threats. Within the main camp, a soaring beam of light sprung up, erecting an impregnable Heavenly Canopy, precisely intercepting the blasts swiftly launched from the Black Scale Camp Mansion.

After all this,

Suspended above the camp mansion, Marquis Wucheng, his gaze deep as an ancient well, slowly turned his eyes to the handsome yet insidiously charming young man standing beyond ten miles outside the camp.

Their gazes crossed the smoke and bloodfire, meeting in the air.