"Take action!!!"
Duan Qingyu's brows furrowed, unleashing his techniques, the Dharma Form behind him roared, suddenly growing in size. The Southwest Prince's first instinct was to stand directly in front of the people, using his Supreme Divine Skill to protect them.
The Southwest King's city, which had been so peaceful and bustling moments before, suddenly became noisy.
Meng Zehao seized the initiative, calling out loudly, "Strike together!"
Hundreds of armored soldiers, clad in sturdy armor, formed a formation and emerged. The military formation's evil energy descended upon him, instantly giving Meng Zehao a sense of confidence. He raised his hand and tore off his luxurious robe, which fell to the ground.
Beneath the robe was a suit of iron armor, reflecting a chilling gleam.
The plan had changed, but this capable general also seized the opportunity.
Meng Zehao charged forward, shouting spiritedly:
"Left Army, Right Army, where are you?!!"
