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Gu Ping was unaware that Jin Ju had only recently arrived at the mountain after the battle at the academy, and was now searching for Wen Shi's path.
"By the way, where is Ye You?" Wen Shi asked with a smile.
He had sent her to observe some people, feeling that the situation in Yan Dong was shrouded in mystery, unclear and hidden from view.
"I haven't mentioned the Light Path Classic."
On a desolate, winding path, amidst flashes of blades and swords, a figure on horseback rushed toward an unknown destination. Despite countless arrows flying behind him, he had no time to look back. Blood stained the ground as unidentified Death Warriors quietly burned their lives away.
Scenes like this were unfolding somewhere, and as news of the Battle of the Desolate Mountains spread across the World of Dust, figures began to appear on the official roads between various nations, amidst barren mountains and wild ridges.
No matter where one looked in Tian Zai, a variety of figures filled the landscape. This year’s rare celestial Great War was being staged everywhere, and even ordinary folk had grown accustomed to it.
The defenses of Cheng Dao Sect continued to crumble. Although they received help from Loose Cultivators and the Moon River Sect, it merely slowed down the advance of the Nine Nether Alliance.
With the defeat at the Battle of the Desolate Mountains, the Ninth Underworld seemed even more frenzied, quickening their offensive pace and displaying an attitude that feared no sacrifice, making it increasingly difficult for Cheng Dao Sect to resist.
In less than half a year, Little Jiang Kingdom had already conquered all northern territories except for its own, moving at a speed nearly double that of before.
The destruction of Cheng Dao Sect appeared inevitable; yet there were still righteous cultivators who rushed to the battlefield like moths drawn to a flame, joining in the assault against the Ninth Underworld.
The walls of Anping Pass had long been stained deep red with blood; not a single patch of brown brick remained visible, and any hope of victory was nowhere to be found.
War might not be terrifying in itself; what was truly frightening was knowing that defeat was certain yet still being unable to retreat even a single step.
After the battle at the academy, a year of relative peace came to an end as the Nine Nether Alliance once again showcased its formidable military might and devastating speed of attack.
However, hidden behind this display was something that almost no one noticed.
My lord, the battle losses for that month have come in.
The report from Zhu Xian Mountain was scrutinized for a long time. Given Yan Dong's eagerness for results, the losses didn't seem alarming at first glance.
But when he saw the number of formations, Zhu Xian Mountain held his breath for a moment, and after a long while, he finally exhaled.
The number of casualties was decreasing rapidly, while the number of formations had nearly doubled compared to the previous month. Remembering the report from last month, Zhu Xian Mountain compared the two and fell into a prolonged silence.
My lord, my lord?
Hmm?
Zhu Xian Mountain shook his head at Yi Dong and turned back around.
If there is nothing else, I will take my leave for now.
Hmm. Zhu Xian Mountain nodded, then suddenly recalled something. I will summon the Azure Dragon King, along with Si Ma and Wuyou Emperor.
No.
Through the gaps in the tent, Zhu Xian Mountain gazed longingly at the distant sky. The weather in the Northern Region was gradually turning colder, and outside, it seemed that snow had begun to fall.
The soldier, enduring the cold while on patrol, brought his legs close to his mouth and gently exhaled a breath of warmth. He rubbed his legs vigorously, trying to avoid touching the finely crafted Long Spear at his side.
The preparations at Anping Pass were clearly insufficient. As the only natural fortress outside the borders of the Little Jiang Kingdom, there were barely a few thousand sets of winter armor available for the soldiers, while outside the pass gathered a staggering two hundred thousand enemy troops—almost five times the number of defenders at Anping Pass.
The long front line allowed the Nine Nether Alliance to fully exploit their overwhelming numerical advantage. Soon, Anping Pass would become like Coco, just another isolated city caught in a dilemma.
Wars often have winners and losers, but this conflict seemed destined for defeat without any victory.
No one knew why the war had come so suddenly, nor did they understand why they stood there fighting desperately against the monsters on the ground. All they knew was that this was the territory of the Little Jiang Kingdom, their homeland where they had lived for decades.
When would it all end?
One patrolling soldier, rubbing his legs, remarked that if they could hold out through such snowy weather, perhaps Anping Pass would be lucky enough to delay the war for a few months, allowing both sides to prepare better for the inevitable conflict.
"End?" another soldier said with a hint of self-mockery. "Maybe when we’ve killed every last one of those Mistakes, that’s when this war will end."
"Don’t be ridiculous. How can we kill them all? Standing against us are at least a hundred thousand troops from Ninth Underworld alone. That doesn’t even count the enemies on the eastern and western fronts or those from the Great Qin Empire. I doubt we could wipe out those Evil Spirits even if we fought day and night."
"Then let them kill each other."
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