In front of Snow Tiger Mountain, all the elites of different factions were waiting for the opening of the Secret Realm.
The leader of the Great Zhou Dynasty' soldiers that will enter the Secret Realm move around looking for something. After a while, his gaze locked on the group of people chosen by the Great Xia Dynasty.
He observed each of them carefully. He saw how the soldiers dawned the best of armor, stood up straight like spears, and a powerful aura emanating from them.
The leader recognized this aura from elite soldiers that have gone through countless battles; an aura born simply from killing.
"Could the Prime Minister be wrong?" he muttered under his breath. "Should I personally enter the Secret Realm?"
While he was distracted, someone came to see him. The Great Zhou Leader recognized this person as the leader of the Great Wu soldiers that would enter the Secret Realm. The man cupped his hand and said:
