Another week has passed in the blink of an eye, and the weather is gradually becoming sultry.
As the Feilengcui Lord had predicted, even though the fallen Elves had suffered a great loss, they still had to accept it with a pinch of the nose.
The elite army of 200,000, designated to subjugate the Surface Elves, had already fiercely clashed in the Southern Cross Star Forest the day before; the mobility and sheer numbers of the Cow-Eagle People and the Eagle-Bull people caught many natives of the Southern Cross Star unprepared, and the battle inevitably spread deeper into the dense forest.
As the Phantom Beast army had been frequently driving the fallen Elves near the Underground Gang Wind Trench, accelerating their withdrawal, the Andulan elder had been quite anxious lately, fearing that the fallen Elves would launch an attack on Feilengcui in retaliation.
