Li Feng glanced at the sky. From morning till dusk they had practically been fighting for an entire day, yet the defenses of the Shaking Mountain Camp were still impregnable; countless Demon Clan troops had crashed against it like moths to a flame, ending up with their heads broken and blood flowing.
"Wait a little longer."
Li Feng still did not give the order.
The Three Marshals' main camp.
"Lion Commander, is that brat from the Fire Phoenix Clan butting heads with the Shaking Mountain Camp opposite us?" Wanyan Tiemu looked at the sky, already nearing dusk; in the past, by this time they would have long since sounded the horn for retreat.
After all, the Demon Clan side had never expected to take First Line Pass in one fell swoop with just this cannon fodder. If First Line Pass were really that easy to attack, it would never have become the bulwark guarding the Southern side of Ancestor Dragon City.
