Dozens of miles outside Da Ming Gate.
Cliff.
Song Yan stood on the cliff, looking towards the distant Da Ming Gate.
"…"
Looking at the howling Astral Wind in the distance, the countless tiny tornadoes between the thunderclouds.
The deep rumble of thunder within the clouds.
He frowned deeply, muttering to himself.
Such a gate, and they sent six Foundation Establishment Realm Cultivators to capture it?
Not to mention how to enter Within the Pass, even if they did get in, if Yan State sent even a few reinforcements on top of their existing three Foundation Establishment Realm generals, it would be difficult to take it down in a short time.
The six people behind him also looked at the great gate, feeling uncertain.
Wu Caidie was the first to speak: "Daoist Song."
"This Wind and Thunder Formation is truly terrifying. Is the ten-breath time Deputy General Luo mentioned enough?"
