Yue Tianyang's resonant voice echoed through every corner of the base, and the war-weary soldiers were instantly filled with a renewed fighting spirit.
It was as if dawn had broken and the gloom had lifted, revealing the light of a new day.
Luo Xiu stood quietly in the air, looking down at the smoke-filled base, momentarily at a loss for words.
He had a good idea that the "King of the Nation" Yue Tianyang mentioned was him. What he didn't know was when, exactly, he had become this so-called King of the Nation. Moreover, the title seemed to be quite effective; it was incredibly inspiring. This must have been Di Xuanji's arrangement.
As he was pondering, a Shu Demon with bat-like wings suddenly screeched and flew at him.
CRACK! With a faint sound, Sword Qi danced through the air!
That Shu Demon was split neatly in two mid-flight. Luo Xiu, wielding a longsword condensed from the Aura of the Dead, had a chilling murderous intent in his eyes.
