Liang State.
Town North Stronghold.
In the past, this was an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of the Barbarian Race, but now, it was filled with their banners, fluttering in the wind.
Inside the pass, Northern Barbarian soldiers sang and danced, venting their frustration of a thousand years.
They were ready and waiting for the Barbarian Emperor's command to sweep through Liang State, and then devour the fertile lands in the distance.
The Flame Saint of Great Yan had yet to respond, letting the violence in their hearts grow day by day. Occasionally, they looked at the distant Great Yan army with fierce eyes. They could clearly see the panic and anger on the faces of the distant Great Yan soldiers, which they relished, enjoying the thrill of toying with prey.
Weird cries sounded outside the stronghold.
Those were Northern Barbarian cavalry laughing. They brazenly swung their prey before the stationed Great Yan army, using their skilled horsemanship as provocation.
