Having sorted through their thoughts, they spent the next few days waiting silently in eager anticipation.

As time wore on, the Mongol forces in the fog attacked with ever increasing fervor, sending tremors rippling through the void as the cacophonous sound of clashing iron echoed bleakly in the surroundings. Qin Ye couldn’t help but turn to the Harken and asked, “Why can’t I see them?”

“Formation.” The Harken glanced around at the roiling fog, “This is a military formation that belongs to the Tengri. It’s not quite the same as the ones you see back in Hell, but I can tell that it’s still a military formation of a relatively high grade. In fact, not even I can peer into the roiling darkness, and I expect this to be the case… unless I recover to the peak of my strength.”

That’s a thorny situation… Qin Ye thought to himself. Then, for the next few days, Qin Ye and the Harken began to deliberate over the potential variables that they could encounter, as well as the possible countermeasures they could implement against these. Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and the 25th soon arrived.

The bright moon hung in the sky. As soon as the clock struck midnight, Qin Ye immediately opened his eyes and glanced towards the Martyr’s Shrine.

There was an eerie, gloomy air about it.

Time seemed to pause for a moment. And then, he heard...