After a moment's deliberation, thinking about the powerful Black Pulp Melon, Yang Ling decided to take the gamble. He clenched his teeth and instructed the army to walk slowly toward the Taildon Valley.
The Ogre army took the front and the Gargoyles covered his back. The Horned Bee Beasts hovered low in the air, responsible for providing the army with cover. The rest of the troops formed a tight circular defensive formation. With caution in every step, they walked forward.
The entrance to the valley was wide, but there were rocks of various shapes strewn around. With the steep cliffs on both sides, it looked exceptionally narrow and pressing.
Compared to the outside, the inside of the valley was darker and colder. Even Yang Ling trembled in the cold, much less the elf archers and their weaker constitution. If the area outside the valley was chilly, then the area within could be described as outright sinister and cold.