The light of the fire in front of the mountain simultaneously alarmed the human camp.
The soldiers were roused from their dreams. Grasping their weapons, they began to run to their positions.
The array masters worked as quickly as possible to complete the preparations to activate the array. The ranks of eight hundred crossbowmen were also completely moved to the front of the camp.
This was the North Third Camp, commanded by Divine General Peng Shihai.
He gazed indifferently at the several thousand vultures blanketing the sky, his voice firm and steady as ten-some orders neatly issued from his lips.
Only the aides standing near him noticed that their general's fists were tightly clenched, the knuckles going white.
It was not out of fear, but anger and concern.
If each vulture was carrying this kind of explosive weapon, what sort of trial would the North Third Camp have to endure?
