The tense atmosphere was like dark clouds, densely covering the skies over Julong Pass.
At this moment, all the soldiers at Julong Pass, including some in charge of transportation, were busy.
Li Shangfa, supported by several personal guards, reached the city wall of Julong Pass and looked westward.
In the distance, the twenty-eight-hundred-thousand-strong allied army of the Thirty-Six Nations of the Western Regions stretched endlessly, like a vast sea of multicolored waves.
Li Shangfa had heard a very amusing saying before, claiming that there is a multicolored black in this world.
He originally didn't believe it.
But seeing the overwhelming color formed by the twenty-eight-hundred-thousand-strong army, he believed it.
At this moment, Zhang San also arrived on the city wall with his men.
"General Li, you are the defending commander here. What are your thoughts on this battle?"
Hearing this, Li Shangfa let out a wry smile.
