At the edge of a vast mountain range, an armored legion stands on the mountainside of the edge peak.
This is an army of ten thousand, with a Taiji symbol painted on the armor of the legion's soldiers.
At the front of the legion, Zhang Sanfeng, dressed in golden armor, is introducing the situation ahead to Jiang Chen and others beside him.
"This is our defensive line. The forest ahead is the frontline of the Extraterritorial Alien Race's Night Legion. We've been fighting them for over a year!"
Zhang Sanfeng gestured ahead, and Jiang Chen and the others looked up to see.
Below the mountain lies a five-mile-long plain, beyond which is a dense forest.
"The Night Legion is mainly composed of the Night Elf elite, who are natural archers. Their elf bows and arrows carry various attributes, suppressing our spiritual power, and the forest is their natural battlefield."
