According to the timeline, the spiritual beasts sent out should have returned by dawn today, yet they remain missing even at midnight, delayed for a long time.
The cultivators of the Guiyuan Sect can only wait here idly, observing the changes on the battlefield ahead and conserving their strength.
"Hiss~
"Look, there seems to be movement below."
The voice of Qian Qiren broke the silence in the night sky.
Looking down from their position ten thousand feet high, the vast army on the barren land below appeared like a black river, or like swarming ants, blocking the banks of Luo Stream tightly, giving no chance for reinforcements to cross, intending to hard press on Kunyang before anything else.
But suddenly, for an unknown reason, the dark tide began to surge. With the cultivators' astonishing eyesight enhanced by spells, they could see that the Imperial Army seemed to be... retreating!
"Are they preparing to make space and allow our reinforcements to cross?"
