A roar like an injured fierce tiger erupted from the center of the encirclement.
Its powerful sound overwhelmed the humming of all the weapons present!
Originally lying weakly on the back of the Iron-eating Beast, Chiyou now appeared rejuvenated.
He slowly sat up straight.
Although his bronze-colored face still bore a sickly pallor,
his crimson eyes reignited with a flame fierce enough to burn the Nine Heavens.
His expression was calm, and he gently patted the Iron-eating Beast beneath him.
The Divine Beast, sensing its master's weakness and the approach of enemies, grew increasingly restless.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Chiyou reassured.
Rumbling~~
The war chariot slowly advanced.
On the chariot, Xuanyuan stood with his hands crossed, leaning on the Divine Sword still radiating the Holy Virtue Light.
He silently watched Chiyou, who was struggling to maintain his posture on the Iron-eating Beast, and calmly asked:
"How are your injuries?"
