Over the Western Wilderness, military camps sprawled.
A somber atmosphere shrouded the entire wasteland.
A few birds occasionally flew across the sky, emitting shrill cries, the only sounds echoing in the wilderness.
At the entrance of the camp, military uniforms were neatly displayed on old wooden planks. When light touched their heavy texture, gazes were instantaneously shocked, as if ready to ignite.
Walking into the camp, each step on the muddy ground resonated loudly.
No one spoke, only the occasional shout broke the nearly suffocating silence.
The bloodstains on those armors, under the setting sun, turned so vividly red.
"Get ready, we are about to go to war."
A deep call resounded, and the entire camp surged, everyone heading toward the gate, moving like a slow stream.
The flag of Xi Qi from the Zhou Clan was raised high, all warriors' blood boiled in an instant.
