The next morning at dawn, Taitian Fortress.
When a faint light began to emerge in the dim sky, the originally quiet city walls suddenly erupted in a flurry of urgent shouting.
"Ghost army traces spotted on the eastern side!"
"Large numbers of ghost soldiers are assembling to the north! And the northwest too!"
"Trouble, there are ghost troops to the south..."
At that moment, the enormous humming sound of bells reverberated throughout the fortress.
Following closely, a long and clear male voice sounded in midair, entering everyone's ears with unmistakable clarity,
"Be careful, a large number of ghost armies have appeared around the fortress. Everyone, immediately take your positions!"
At this moment, Liu Ming, who had been sitting in meditation at his temporary residence, stood up the moment he heard the bell. Without neglect, he quickly rushed toward the central plaza of the fortress.