As experts at the Eighth Layer of the Inner Power Realm, Fu and Chang naturally carried their own pride.
Countless armies meant nothing to masters like them; the real trouble lay in whether there were powerful Inner Strength experts among the enemy ranks.
At this moment, sudden plumes of wolf smoke rose from the Yuan Army's encampment. An imposing, densely packed force poured out of the tents, forming ranks and marching straight for Yangzhou Prefecture.
Sanhuang's body tensed instantly—this fight, after all, was inevitable.
Within the enemy formations, the armored Wen Dian appeared, robed in violet-gold armor, tiger-headed helm atop, dual golden hammers in hand, riding astride a gigantic black bear.
Riding such an Exotic Beast—even with their great skill, this was the first time Fu and Chang had ever seen such a sight.
Usually, most found horses to be the best-suited mount.
