At dawn, the sky was cloudless, and a gentle breeze was soothing. Taking a deep breath, the fresh air was invigorating.
In the Tiandou Empire, a camp that stretched for nearly a hundred miles lay like an ancient beast fifty miles outside of Jialing Pass. Early in the morning, after breakfast, the sound of thundering war drums signaled the army assembling.
One formation after another appeared outside the camp; each colossal formation consisted of ten thousand men, and a series of orders were issued from the central army. The hundred thousand-strong army of the Tiandou Empire moved slowly forward, comprising entirely of the empire's heavy cavalry. This was a genuine iron-clad force. Their pace wasn't fast, but the overwhelming pressure seemed to make the very earth tremble.
Close behind the ten armored legions were four thousand Soul Masters of the Tiandou Empire, who entered the battlefield surrounded by an escort of twelve thousand soldiers from the Tang family.
