Qinghua Prefecture City, the mighty army of the Tenglong Guard galloped towards it.
The cold iron armor and the chilly spearheads, filled with severity, gave an intimidating aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Before the army even reached the city, several groups of iron-armored cavalry spread out, patrolling around the entire city.
Subsequently, the army formed up below the city, with thousands of soldiers entering formation in an orderly manner. Within merely two quarter-hours, a huge military formation was set up below the city.
Behind the formation, numerous soldiers and engineers set about building a camp. Viewed from above, one's first impression was of orderliness, with everything appearing coordinated and orderly.
Once the soldiers in front had completed forming up, Yang Zhenshan rode up to the formation front with his two hundred personal guards, looking up at the towering city as he stroked his beard.
