Da da da.
Feng Ding was at the forefront, leading countless soldiers and armor, slowly advancing forward.
Enveloped in rolling yellow sand.
"Stop!"
When he was less than five hundred meters from Chen Yang, Feng Ding suddenly raised the battle spear in his hand and shouted.
Swish!
Countless soldiers and armor stopped neatly in unison, the killing aura filling the sky.
Subsequently, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Feng Ding, as the commander, rode alone straight towards Chen Yang.
Though alone, I press on.
Chen Yang stood with his hands behind his back, unmoving like a mountain.
Approaching within five meters.
The two locked eyes, but compared to the sharpness of Feng Ding, Chen Yang appeared quite inconspicuous, completely overshadowed by the sharp aura of the opponent.
"I've heard of you."
