The night is deep. The moon is hazy.
A crescent moon in the Western Heaven, tinged with yellow and red, resembles a blood moon. It casts its light on Dragon City, rendering the city a blood-red hue.
At midnight, the wind suddenly rises, and two hundred thousand soldiers charge forth from the military camp to the northwest of Dragon City. Stirring up a fierce wind, these two hundred thousand soldiers take to the skies in formation, flying towards Dragon City in an orderly manner.
The spectacle of two hundred thousand troops ascending into the sky, densely packed and blotting out the moon, is immensely grand. Yet at this moment, everyone is sound asleep, and no one notices this rare sight.
This army of two hundred thousand has cultivation bases that vary; the weakest are in the True Immortal Realm, and the strongest have reached the Peak Immortal Venerable, with the average strength being Half-Step Immortal Sovereign.
