Time flew by. Eleven days later, the alliance finally broke Jiamen Pass. It was all thanks to the fact that, according to the alliance itself, their forces were united as one. They celebrated that night, dancing and singing as if it was all over.
Huang Song and several other advisors sighed, watching them party like that.
"What a bunch of morons. It took them eleven freaking days to break Jiamen Pass. What's there to celebrate...?
Huang Song punched the table in front of him. Instrumental music could be heard outside his tent—annoyingly distracting.
Feng Jue and the others gave a bitter smile. The alliance seemed to be beyond salvation.
"Tomorrow, the forces will finally get past Jiamen Pass. I hope it's not too late." Feng Jue let out a sigh.