The mountain winds rushed at Qianye’s face as he walked out of the cave. The breeze contained an eerie chill along with the faint scent of blood and gunpowder.

He glanced over and found that the flames of war had ignited everywhere—the land was filled with lingering smoke as rumbling sounds echoed continuously in the ears. At the end of his vision, a tall peak shook a couple of times before its gradual collapse. The impact filled the air with dust and blotted out half the sky.

Further out was the valley in which the Zhang clan was advancing.

Countless black dots were approaching rapidly from over the horizon. There were individual experts as well as extremely fast airships. However, these smaller vessels appeared sporadically with no organized formation, leaving immediately after dropping off combat squads. They simply didn’t dare approach the Zhang clan’s primary fleet.

The human side seemed relatively frail compared to the enemies rushing over like a swarm of bees.

Qianye leapt up and approached the closest battlefield in due haste.

It was a hilly region where a group of human warriors was holed up on a rocky mountain, frantically resisting the dark race’s attack. Hundreds of dark race warriors had surrounded the peak while launching fierce attacks. There were thirty or so people halfway up the mountain, including a second-rank viscount...