A high wall, several tens of meters tall, stood between Lin You's war base and the battlefield, completely separating the two.
And inside the wall lies the base of the high-level battlefield, similarly surrounded by a massive protective shield.
Inside the shield, people came and went, all Tier Nine Lords from various realms, with a small number of Tier Eight Lords confident in their own strength.
Around them, there were basic buildings surrounded by many arrays.
Living quarters, restocking and healing, storage, teleportation, bulletin boards... all the basic functions were available.
Clearly, the handiwork of the Great Emperors.
Moreover, just like he imagined the battlefield to be, this time there were many cultivators from the indigenous forces accompanying them, specifically handling support, logistics, and similar matters.
Some master craftsmen and alchemists had directly set up blacksmith shops and apothecaries on the front lines to provide assistance to the Lords.
