The Beimu General spoke up.
If Immortal Master Lu's disciples step in, they'll be unstoppable, sweeping forward and taking the last Imperial City of Great Yu in no time.
"No need. I'll take care of this myself!"
Lu Xiao stroked his chin, eyes full of greedy anticipation.
A mortal Empress—he wanted to taste what that felt like!
"Even better!"
The generals, hearing Immortal Master Lu was going to fight in person, felt the victory for this battle was within their grasp.
Soon, the generals began mobilizing troops, preparing for the final assault on the Great Yu Imperial City.
If they broke the Imperial forces in this battle,
then the centuries-old dynasty would finally come to a close.
Two hours flew by in an instant.
Yu Wenjing now stood on the city ramparts, clad in golden armor and crowned with the imperial helm, quietly watching the distant stirrings within the Beimu Immortal Race.
