At noon, the sun hung directly overhead, bathing the earth with soft sunlight and dispelling the winter chill.
Two well-arranged troops met on a vast plain. With each step, they gradually reduced the distance between them, and a tense, deadly atmosphere filled the space between heaven and earth.
The Bimon Emperor, who presided over the central army camp, stood erect under the marshal's banner, showing no signs of frailty.
At this moment, he was observing the enemy on the horizon with sharp eyes.
Despite being bait, to make the play more convincing, he had summoned all the elite forces nearby this time.
A total of thirty-five elite legions, and countless cannon fodder troops.
Such a lineup was capable of launching a nation-destroying war.
The forces in front of him were only part of the participants in this war, but they were all elites.
