Night fell and the four-nation alliance set up camp in the vast Forsaken Land. Tents were set up in the camp and bonfires were lit. In the dark Forsaken Land, clusters of flames were lit.
A few soldiers from the Longxuan Empire sat around the fire. From time to time, they would look at the city they had conquered yesterday.
Or rather, that place could no longer be called a city. Instead, it was a pile of stones.
"That Shen Yanxiao, isn't she too ruthless? Why did she destroy the city so thoroughly? There isn't even a place for us to stay." One of the soldiers could not help but complain.
The weather in the Forsaken Land was simply unbearable. It was fine during the day, but the sudden drop in temperature at night was something many of them could not adapt to. Waves of cold wind blew past, penetrating their armor and making them shiver.
