The new world’s sun was always hovering in the sky. The wind contained a faint trace of killing intent, constantly seeking to break down everything in its path.

The Imperial soldiers in the valley took advantage of this lapse to rest—there was no telling when the alarm for battle would ring once again. Many of the troops simply wrapped themselves in a blanket and lay on the ground. No matter how hard the soil was, it was definitely better than sleeping in the airships. The intense vibrations and the deafening roar of the engine would drive anyone insane.

The new airship models made for this world contained little in terms of passenger comfort, but there were too many places on the battlefield that were much more difficult. This much was nothing for the veteran elites following the Zhao-Song duo.

Song Zining picked up the tokens and scattered them again.

“How is it?”

“There’s an opportunity in that direction.”

“Good.” Zhao Jundu got up to prepare for battle.

Song Zining called him back. “There’s no rush. They won’t take the bait unless we go back and forth for a while. Go and invite Prince Greensun...