It was still before dawn, but the entire military camp was already in full swing. One after another, flash talismans were shot into the sky, scattering sheets of white light that made the pitch-dark early morning bright as day.
The dense ranks of soldiers were already standing atop the surrounding ramparts, and behind the walls stood one catapult after another, each loaded with stone projectiles. Three people stood beside each catapult, their roles clear: one loaded, one aimed, and one hammered and maintained the array atop the machine.
Additionally, Shen Hao finally caught sight of the cultivators from Jingying Prefecture within the camp. Their numbers far exceeded what Shen Hao had initially expected.
Just on the way from his own tent to Cheng Jinhou's main tent, Shen Hao spotted no fewer than thirty Jingying Prefecture cultivators, the lowest of whom were at the post-Gathering Spirit Realm. As for the highest cultivation present, Shen Hao could not discern it clearly.
