The earth trembled, and the newly built houses shook.

Behind a low earthen wall, several people were crouching on the top and staring at the endless horde of Shamans with ashen faces. Suddenly, a young man’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand for a moment. Some of his companions immediately dragged  him into a shack, and they vanished from sight just like that.

A Shaman general surveyed the lifeless city before him, considering. He then pointed a finger and caused three thousand fighters to turn and charge into the city. The rest of the forces continued to march toward the center of the realm.

On the central peak, Wei Yuan furrowed his brows. He was surprised by how little troops the Shamans were sending after his diversion.

Cui Yu approached Wei Yuan and reported quickly, “I’ve just gotten a report stating that Yue Jinshan’s army is less than three hundred li away from the Shamans. If they move swiftly, they can arrive in less than half a day—just in time to cut off the Shamans’ rear guard.”

“General Yue is a formidable commander!” Wei Yuan’s praise was entirely sincere. The fact that Yue Jinshan had managed to advance fifteen hundred li in less than two days, all while...