"Lion Commander, will he attack First Line Pass with his full strength tomorrow?"
Wanyan Xiu listened, a cold smile playing at the corner of his mouth: "It's not up to him."
One silent night passed.
In the blink of an eye, it was morning. The blades of grass in the wild plains still hung with the dewdrops of last night, and the Demon Clan camp resounded with the sound of ox horns blowing. At the northwest corner of the continuous chain of Demon Clan camps, tens of thousands of demons formed one formation after another, marching out in single file.
In the left camp, there was a high platform built upon a mound of earth, allowing the whole empty field in front of First Line Pass to be observed from a commanding position. Wolf Commander Ye Xiu and the Demon King of the Silver Moon Clan, Yue Li, came to this platform, gazing down at the camp oriented towards the northwest.
