Xuan Yang, the Northern Lands.
A hundred-meter-tall wall stretched from east to west, separating north from south.
Lookout towers stood at every hundred meters, and countless armored soldiers of the Northern Garrison Army patrolled its top, holding back the thousands of powerful Demon Sect experts.
This incredibly majestic wall was none other than the Great Wall, which Emperor Xuanyang had commanded tens of thousands of laborers to build with their very lives.
Atop the Great Wall, a weather-beaten, elderly military general stood firm. His white eyebrows drooped over his eyelids, obscuring his expression.
"Reporting to the Grand General, the Demon Sect is making a move again."
A soldier in silver and red armor knelt on one knee, speaking respectfully to the old man.
This was the north.
In the north of Xuan Yang, there was only one army: the Northern Garrison Army.
