In the mist, the sound of a horn faintly carried through.
The heavy sound of horse hooves gradually approached, seeping through the dense fog and spreading into the forest.
The army moved slowly through the thick fog, the iron armor emitted a cold light, obscured by the mist into a blur.
The cultivators marched in steady and orderly steps, the sound of iron and mud rubbing echoed through the fog. The warhorses bowed their heads as they moved, their breaths exhaling white mist, like an illusion through the thick fog.
Five armies coordinated with each other, advancing through the towering mountains, like a slow and heavy giant snake winding through the mist.
It was not until the afternoon that the dense fog gradually dispersed.
The speed of the entire army consequently increased.
By the time the sun was leaning west, under Sun Gan's command, the whole army slowly halted, took up their respective territories, and began to set up camp.
