The great war had begun.
Just as many had predicted, the Sen Yue army began its invasion of the Minghai Race's eastern territories.
From the very start, the army advanced with unstoppable momentum.
They swept through everything in their path, advancing from one victory to the next.
Throughout the territories of the Dongfang Race and Changkong Race, opportunists emerged in droves, hoping to make a killing from the war.
It was as if everyone had already decided it would be a landslide victory, believing the Minghai Race was a fish on the chopping block, ready for the slaughter!
...
"What? The White Feathered Eagle tribe is still at their post, holding the rear? They didn't follow the main army?"
Sen Seming's eyes flew open. He shot to his feet in disbelief.
BOOM!
It was as if a volcano had erupted in his heart.
Confusion and fury filled his chest, threatening to make him explode.
'How could this be? How dare they? On what grounds?'
