Another Shaman army showed up in the distance. They formed ranks before marching into the realm of Qingming.0

Wei Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, but he soon noticed something unusual about the formation of this army. Though it appeared to be a staggering force, soldiers were stationed only in the outer ring—it was hollow on the inside. It had a tower chariot that was being pushed by only dozens of Shaman strongmen. Atop the chariot, a large banner was continuously emitting an army aura that enveloped all of the soldiers.0

From a distance, it appeared to be an army of at least 100,000 troops. But the moment they entered Qingming’s domain, Wei Yuan saw through their ruse immediately—they numbered at most 10,000.0

Yet, with the battle having reached this stage, even this 10,000-strong reinforcement was enough to shift the entire course of the war.0

Wei Yuan’s expression turned grave. Though he knew the true decisive battle was likely taking place beyond the heavens, by no means did it mean that the decisive battle on the ground did not matter. He couldn’t let the True Lords return victorious from the heavens, only to find every mortal on the ground already dead.0

Another Shaman leader raised the military banner and assumed command. He was the eighth commanding general to appear on this battlefield.0

After the banner was raised, the sounds of horns rang out from the Shaman army. The Shaman troops still fighting at the front began to retreat slowly, returning to their main...0