Ran An's gaze darkened slightly.
Fallen Saint Pass!
He held a particular distaste for that name.
Especially since he himself was now a Saint Rank Defender Envoy, the words "Fallen Saint" seemed to needle him personally.
Of course, Ran An also knew that the name Fallen Saint Pass was indeed derived from the fall of the Demon Saint.
But he disliked it, and that was that.
Once he conquered Fallen Saint Pass, he would undoubtedly rename this strategic point.
「Time went by.」
Fallen Saint Pass was now fully in sight.
When they were five miles from Fallen Saint Pass, Ran An raised his hand to signal, and the entire army abruptly halted.
Orders were followed without question. Not a single person spoke. The silence was terrifying.
Atop Fallen Saint Pass.
Wei Yang and the others gazed at the vast, seemingly endless sea of enemy troops below, their faces etched with deep concern.
Eight million troops.
