As time passed, the two sides engaged in skirmishes of all sizes.
The atmosphere among the army under Fang Yang's command grew visibly more somber.
After all, the saying that a great war would leave behind countless corpses was no exaggeration.
If the defensive grand formation were to be breached, they would likely meet their end here.
This was especially true after the three armies led by Yu Zither Immortal, Fu Nuannuan, and Silver Phoenix suffered setbacks.
But even under such circumstances, Fang Yang was not idle.
He would occasionally step out of the Monarch's Camp to make an appearance at the battle pet tempering grounds, or perhaps the trading area.
He appeared perfectly at ease, as serene as a cloudless sky.
It seemed as if he were neglecting his duties slightly.
But everyone knew his character: profound and measured.
And so, gradually, the sight of his figure acted like a calming pill, greatly steadying everyone's hearts.
