BOOM!
RUMBLE!
RUUUUMBLE!
The sky and earth changed color in an instant.
Dark clouds gathered, swirling violently.
The sound of new war drums pounded in with tyrannical force, making the very earth tremble.
The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, the White Tiger Demon Lord, Xiao Sanxuan, Zhong Zunyang, and Cha Mo.
One after another, these famous, top-tier prodigies led their own legions, forcefully barging onto the battlefield.
At this moment, it was a scene of utter despair, like black clouds pressing down on a city, threatening to crush it.
Fang Yang could clearly see an air of grim resignation settle on the faces of the Fourth Legion's soldiers.
No one was a fool.
They all knew that if they couldn't overcome today's crisis, they would truly and utterly perish.
The scales of the situation tipped further and further against them.
The state of the battlefield was becoming painfully clear.
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