Deep within the underground cavern, Chen Mu leaned against the wall, feigning meditation. Yet his spirit was ever vigilant over the entire camp.
"Fortunately, the Tangshan Army was not completely unprepared."
The Laborer Camp was the foundation of the Tangshan Army's combat prowess.
Through the perspective of a small paper figure, Chen Mu had already seen several figures in black cloaks appear.
They held incense burners, muttering under their breath, and with a shake of their right hand, adorned with a gold-threaded white jade bracelet, they could control an invisible giant hand to crush or fling their opponents through the air.
"What a fine Magic Artifact," Chen Mu mused with some envy.
"You'd better put in some effort," Chen Mu said, focusing on the black-cloaked figures wandering in the Ding Character Camp.
As long as they could withstand the initial chaos, a turning point would soon emerge.
