A heavy fog filled the air as a troop of troops passed through the roads between the mountains.
The soldiers were covered in dust and seemed to be extremely weak. No one spoke as they advanced.
This was a defeated section of the Heavenly King Stronghold. There were less than a thousand people left, and their morale was low. Lu Longchuan was among them.
He looked exhausted and could not hide it. He kept observing his back and surroundings, his vigilance that of a frightened bird.
Ever since Perfected Master Windwalker was poisoned by a traitor and Chen Feng took action to attack the stronghold, the situation of the war had changed drastically.