Chi Li was a man of the Divine Temple, not bound to any one tribe. He was well aware that, right now, the two forces with the strongest will to fight were Timur’s Golden Wolf Army and the Divine Temple’s Protector Army. The strategists of the Central Plains might have imagined discord between the two, but in truth, no such rift existed. No matter how much tension there might have been between the leaders, a god’s will bound them together. At this moment of life and death, they would fight as one. Bo’e had willingly taken the role of second-in-command, throwing his full support behind Timur.0

But their cooperation alone was not enough. They could not expect every tribe to be the same. Outside of those within the temple, others did not hold their faith in the divine above their own people and their own survival. They needed an advantage. If they fell into a disadvantageous position, their resilience would never compare to Huangfu Yongxian’s army, forged through years of blood and battle.0

“Circle around to the rear left flank…” Chi Li murmured. “I see Cui Yuanyong over there. If my guess is...0