They were too far away to clearly see what armor they wore.
A dark, oppressive mass—a single glance was enough to deeply shake one's spirit.
"It's my first ti at the Ancient River Battlefield… can this place really be defended?"
"If we had mana, those Barbarians would be nothing... COUGH, COUGH… but we don't... forget it..."
"I just tried it. My strength is about the sa as those Lizhou Primordial Spirits... so are even stronger than ..."
"In the Ancient River Battlefield, even Divinity Transformation cultivators transform into Primordial Spirits, devoid of mana. Primordial Spirits are a special form of soul; knowing this is useless. The rules of this realm prevail, and once you enter, there's no resisting."
"It's rumored that the Ancient River Battlefield was the site of a legendary battle during the Li Dynasty era—it's unclear how they won…"
"Back then, the heavens and earth hadn't yet undergone their great change... they were all mortals. Faced with such an overwhelmingly superior military force, normally speaking, victory would have been impossible, right?"
"[If I were one of the] Barbarians, I'd be ruthless: pile up corpses to make walls. As long as we breach the Ancient River Pass, we win… How could [the defenders] have possibly won against that?"
"If it were hopeless, where would the Li Dynasty have co from?"
"The Li Dynasty itself is just a legend, right? The entire nation ascended—in our Li State, it's just treated as a story. Look at those cultivators from the Outer Continent; not one of them believes it. And because the entire nation ascended, not many in our Li State actually witnessed it firsthand…"
...
The Li State cultivators buzzed with discussion.
Wang Mu thought that just getting through this pass would be very difficult indeed.
Firstly, the Li State cultivators, now unable to use their mana, struggled to adapt quickly. In large-scale army combat, the Barbarian Primordial Spirits were extrely powerful.
Li State cultivators, who now possessed health bars and were re Primordial Spirits, could still fight effectively and slay several Barbarian Primordial Spirits if their Taoist Hearts remained steadfast, even without mana.
If their Taoist Heart was unsteady and they were temporarily unable to adapt, trouble would surely follow once they were on the battlefield.
"I didn't expect you to actually co."
At that mont, a figure drifted over.
Wang Mu saw it was indeed General Yu Lin from the Haotian Dynasty.
Wang Mu nodded slightly but remained silent.
Seeing this, General Yu Lin said nothing more.
"This Ancient River Battlefield is very strange…"
General Yu Lin said, "These Lizhou Primordial Spirits seem to be changing… and their numbers also seem to be decreasing."
"Decreasing?"
Wang Mu was taken aback.
General Yu Lin had participated once before.
"That's right. The Lizhou Primordial Spirit I encountered last ti is nowhere to be found this ti," General Yu Lin said, shaking his head. "It truly is strange…"
A possibility flashed through Wang Mu's mind.
A jolt went through his mind.
Thinking of this, Wang Mu imdiately returned to the barracks and found Ying Changkong, saying,
"Do a favor. Go find the Great General and tell her I might have a way to help her win this battle."
Ying Changkong, who was polishing his spear-halberd, paused in surprise and then chuckled,
"Are you kidding , rookie? What kind of status do we have? How could the Great General possibly agree to see ? And you claim to have a solution… that's hilarious…"
"We're just ordinary soldiers…"
"You are not," Wang Mu stated. "You are Watcher C21, Ying Changkong. That identity is sufficient for you to see the Great General."
Upon hearing this, Ying Changkong imdiately stood up. He stared at Wang Mu, his expression unchanging, and scrutinized him for a long mont.
"Interesting…" Ying Changkong smiled. "After all these years, soone different has finally shown up. Alright, I'll go for you."
With that, he departed.
A short while later, Ying Changkong returned and escorted Wang Mu to the central command tent at the rear.
Ying Changkong didn't enter, rely standing guard outside the entrance.
As Wang Mu entered the tent, a voice, icy and distinct, rang out:
"Master, is that you?"
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