Ru Yue was just about to say something more when suddenly, she was startled, her gaze shifted toward the distant slopes below. Unbeknownst to them, a mass of green had been slowly advancing toward their direction. It was not the vibrant green of thriving nature, but a ghastly pale green brimming with deathly stillness. Amid the flickering lights, the dreadful green shapes seemed limitless, especially those towering figures at the forefront, which unavoidably evoked a sense of fear—the Jiu Li Clan was coming.
Ming Ming, somewhat shocked, said, "How can this be? Why are they attacking us all of a sudden? Haven't we been holding the advantage recently? A frontal assault from the plains is just suicide, isn't it?"