Soon, it was December.
Large flakes fell in clusters, blanketing the earth in white, a mantle of silver.
Zhao Yun led a vast army that had already conquered half the territory of the Thousand Demon Saint's Court. They were now halted outside the Myriad Mountains Realm.
True to its name, the Myriad Mountains Realm consisted of tens of thousands of mountain ranges. Its terrain was treacherous, constantly shrouded in a haze of deadly toxins, and visibility was extremely low. For ages, it had been the domain of demons.
Many demons who had retreated from the front lines were now hiding within the Myriad Mountains Realm.
On a plain about three hundred miles from the Myriad Mountains Realm, Zhao Yun led his vast army, set up camp, and began discussing strategies to defeat the enemy.
In the central command tent, the higher-ups of the four legions gathered around a sand table.
The generals' expressions were somewhat grave.
