Lu Zhaozhao, who was among the soldiers, suddenly felt a chill down her spine and turned around alertly.
The figures on the distant high platform were blurry, but the one leading them was clearly Cheng Sangji, whose gaze was almost tangible, looking directly at him.
Lu Zhaozhao calmly glanced around, then casually looked back.
Before leaving the Ming Palace, she asked Thirteen Niang for several different face masks. Thirteen Niang's mask carving was so skillful that it went unnoticed even at close range, and she was confident that no one would notice anything amiss from this distance.
Furthermore, before coming here, she deliberately bumped into Nan Rongrui and inadvertently revealed that she still missed the snow mountain. At this time, everyone's attention was focused on sending troops, so no one would know that she had left. Even if they did know, she would have already left this place long ago.
Just as Changyu Lanshan had learned, she had already met with the Palace Guardian in private. This trip was very likely to be directly under the command of the Demon Lord. It was for this reason that Lu Zhaozhao decided to go to the front line.
But the eight clans are clearly plotting something.
The ancient records and historical books do not explicitly state what the eight clans did to cause the Demon Lord's final defeat in this great battle, but based on the information she has now, the Demon Lord's cultivation level is among the best in the world.
The front lines were extremely dangerous, and both Changyu Lanshan and Chengsangji had warned her that it was best not to go. So, to avoid any obstacles, she had no choice but to disguise herself and blend into the group.
She had been traveling for two days and it seemed that news of her departure had been leaked. However, she had not encountered any obstacles along the way, which made her secretly relieved.
The snow is getting thinner and thinner, the land is gradually revealing its original color, and the temperature is also warming up.
She was about to reach the border between the East and West.
Just like when I arrived, the wind and sand filled the sky, and the lonely city was desolate. Perhaps due to the war, the sparse population that once existed had all disappeared. I don't know if they moved away on their own or were destroyed by the war.
After leaving the northern front, Lu Zhaozhao removed the mask she had been using to disguise herself. At this moment, she walked behind the palace guard, talking side by side with the deputy general.
"The two armies have been locked in a stalemate for a long time, and there is still no news from the Demon Lord?"
"The Demon King personally led a search party, but they have yet to find it. It's as if it vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace," the lieutenant said with a gloomy expression and some unease.
When two armies are locked in battle, the disappearance of one side's commander will inevitably shake the morale of the troops. Looking at the deputy general's forced composure, Lu Zhaozhao could only comfort him, "The Demon Lord is incredibly strong and will surely be alright. Perhaps he has other plans."
The lieutenant nodded, comforting himself in the same way.
The situation between the two tribes is currently very volatile, and any move could have far-reaching consequences, so neither side dares to make the first move.
When Lu Zhaozhao followed the reinforcements to the border, she clearly felt a strange atmosphere permeating the army, a suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe under heavy pressure.
"Order: After days of long march, the entire army will rest today. Starting tomorrow, we will rejoin the regular army and restore discipline."
The palace guard's loud voice covered the entire army from front to back.
After everyone responded in unison, Lu Zhaozhao left in an orderly fashion with her group.
The commander of the army maintained strict discipline. He firmly believed that soldiers become brave through practice and win battles through training. Therefore, he eliminated many cumbersome procedures, emphasizing participation and hands-on training. After arriving at the northern front, he organized martial arts competitions to train soldiers' physical combat skills when there were no enemy attacks, while also teaching reconnaissance techniques. Later, when ordered to march east, the journey was arduous, but daily training never stopped, and the changing terrain along the route became an even more direct training ground.
During this period, although Lu Zhaozhao's cultivation level did not improve significantly, her insight and reaction speed improved markedly. Her body, after being tempered by repeated martial arts competitions, became more solid, which continuously strengthened her control over her body.
After entering her assigned tent with the group, she sat cross-legged at the bottom to rest. Turning her head to one side, her bones made several creaking sounds, which made her feel even more relaxed.
As night fell, the two armies continued their standoff in an eerie atmosphere, neither willing to make the first move. However, the tension had clearly reached its peak, and only one action was needed to shatter this fragile balance.
But to everyone's surprise, this balance was broken so quickly.
In the latter half of the night, on the same day that the Demon army on the northern front arrived at the border between the east and west, the Humans launched the first bombing attack, targeting the newly arrived reinforcements on the eastern front who were resting.
Lu Zhaozhao opened her eyes before the first attack arrived. At this moment, the surroundings were deathly silent, with an indescribable eeriness.
This is not how you should feel in the military!
Lu Zhaozhao reacted instantly, she flung open the curtain and rushed out of the tent.
All around, only torches danced in the wind, and there was no other sound; even the soldiers on duty and patrolling were nowhere to be found.
This was incredibly bizarre. Lu Zhaozhao lifted the curtain of the adjacent tent, and the soldiers who had just been stationed there that day hadn't vanished into thin air; instead, they were all unconscious.
She stepped forward to investigate the situation.
But unexpectedly, they were perfectly normal, they were just unconscious.
"How is this possible..." This is the Demon Army's main camp. How could a Demon soldier be struck and fall unconscious here? Lu Zhaozhao couldn't understand it at all.
Just as she was deep in thought, a beam of fire descended from the sky and slammed into a nearby tent, creating a wave of heat.
Lu Zhaozhao looked outside in disbelief. She hadn't expected that the human race would break the balance at the critical moment, and it seemed that they were well prepared.
"Enemy attack!" A long siren came from the distant watchtower, its sound echoing throughout the border, and the once silent camp erupted in commotion.
However, there are still some things that are not right.
Lu Zhaozhao frowned and ran out of the tent.
The camps in this area remained completely unresponsive.
So, to what extent did they fall into a coma? And what caused them to fall into a coma?
Before she could think further, a series of attacks came down at once, forcing her to use her movement skills to dodge.
One fireball after another rained down from the sky, densely covering the horizon like a sea of fire.
Lu Zhaozhao dodged left and right, constantly weaving through the tents.
She initially surveyed several surrounding tents, where five to ten soldiers were found unconscious. She tried to wake them, but they were too deeply unconscious to be awakened, which caused her to miss her time and almost plunge herself into the fire.
Lu Zhaozhao bit her lower lip, her forehead covered in fine sweat. This space felt like a sauna, but the way out was just a short distance away.
She quickened her pace, rushing towards her destination, which was now within reach.
At the end, flickering lights were the shadows of torches.
Lu Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, not all the demon soldiers had fallen unconscious.
She grinned, took the final step, and at the same time, a fireball fell behind her, completely engulfing the reinforcements' area in flames.
She was struck by a wave of heat and lunged forward, crashing to the ground. She barely managed to regain her balance, but before she could stand firmly, a chilling aura descended from above.
Before she could even look up, a silver spear slashed through the air and plunged straight into her face.
A deep, resonant voice rang out.
"You human spy, you've got some nerve."
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