The cultivators of the Barbarian-Demon Camp were still running frantically toward the White Jade Camp.
Their cries for help echoed across the battlefield.
However, the White Jade Camp remained completely still.
The Jade-Bi Sky-Moat Formation shone faintly, its defensive light curtain rising like a massive jade wall across the plains.
The fleeing cultivators slowed.
Some of them gradually realized something was wrong.
“Why… why aren’t they opening the formation?”
“White Jade Camp! Save us!”
“Open the formation!”
But the soldiers of White Jade Camp stood firm, unmoved.
Within the formation, the deputy general looked uneasy.
“My lord, the Barbarian-Demon Camp soldiers are about to reach the formation boundary.”
Shuangjing remained calm.
“Hold the formation.”
“They are bait.”
Outside the formation, several cultivators from Thousand Peaks Forest laughed coldly when they saw the situation.
“Look at them.”
“The White Jade Camp refuses to save them.”
“Human cultivators truly are heartless.”
The fleeing soldiers of the Barbarian-Demon Camp soon reached the formation’s edge.
They struck the barrier desperately.
“Open the formation!”
“We’re allies!”
“We’ll die out here!”
But the jade barrier remained sealed.
Behind them, the pursuing Golden Core cultivators finally caught up.
Diao Ye sneered.
“So the White Jade Camp abandoned you.”
Wu Lan lifted his poisonous spear.
“In that case… die.”
The battlefield erupted again.
Poison clouds spread.
Explosions of spiritual techniques tore through the fleeing cultivators.
Many Barbarian-Demon Camp soldiers died instantly.
Their desperate screams echoed across the battlefield.
Inside the White Jade Camp, the soldiers watched silently.
Some clenched their fists.
Others looked away.
The deputy general sighed softly.
“My lord… morale may suffer.”
Shuangjing looked toward the battlefield and spoke coldly.
“War always requires sacrifice.”
“If we open the formation, the enemy will strike our weakness.”
“If we hold the formation, the enemy cannot break us.”
He paused.
“And if those people die… they will still serve a purpose.”
“They will exhaust the enemy.”
Outside the formation, the massacre continued.
The Golden Core cultivators deliberately slowed their attacks again.
They wanted the Barbarian-Demon Camp soldiers to keep running, screaming, struggling.
Because the louder the screams…
The more pressure would fall upon the White Jade Camp.
And far away, hidden among the mountains and forests, several figures quietly observed everything.
One of them spoke softly:
“So this is the commander of White Jade Camp.”
Another nodded.
“A ruthless man.”
“But also a cautious one.”
A third cultivator smiled faintly.
“No matter.”
“Soon, the Three Generals Camp will arrive.”
“And when they do…”
“The real battle will begin.”