The South Wing members nearby were completely stunned.
Originally, they had already prepared themselves to be sacrificed once again.
Dong Zhuo looked especially moved.
Even a newcomer like Ning Mu was fighting with everything he had.
How could they retreat now?
His blood immediately boiled with fighting spirit.
"If the newcomer is risking his life, then we should too!" Dong Zhuo roared loudly.
His words ignited the morale of the South Wing instantly.
Everyone entered their respective mechas and rushed forward with renewed determination.
Meanwhile, the West Wing soldiers merely snorted mockingly.
"These idiots are overexerting themselves."
"They'll run out of energy within an hour."
"Once the battle drags on for another three hours, they'll realize they're nothing more than cannon fodder."
Some people even began placing bets on how many South Wing members would survive this wave.
As they joked around, Jiang Licheng leaned toward Yao Yuzi and smiled faintly.
