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Eastern District Battlefield.
Beast Race Camp.
Black banners fluttered in the cold wind, making a WHOOSHING sound.
Below the banners, a corpse with faintly pale skin hung from a stone pillar.
Beneath the corpse, a broken sword was plunged into the ground.
"Hahaha..." A wild, arrogant voice echoed from within the camp's main tent.
"It's been a long time since I've felt this good! Nineteen years of frustration... and now the days of boiling blood are finally here again! It's exhilarating!"
"You think those human trash will actually show up?"
"We've received word from the Southern and Western Districts. They're definitely on their way. Brother Jian, you... should probably make some preparations!"
The voices stopped there.
Inside the tent, only the sound of wine simmering remained.
WHOOSH!
Just then, a figure descended from the sky. It was a streak of light, a white light. The moment it landed, the flap of the tent was thrown open.
