Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Enormous bronze drums were struck with a thundering gravity.
The massive fort gate gradually cracked open.
Soldiers from Ghost Country and Great Shang surged out like a tide, arraying themselves on either side of the gate.
Li Jing, Nezha, and the Deputy General, dressed in Armor, stood before the Shang army, each of their eyes harboring an ineffable sharpness.
The same was true on the side of Ghost Country!
Dozens of robust Generals draped in Armor lined up in a swallowtail formation.
A middle-aged man decked in precious fur and a beautiful jade on his forehead was surrounded at the center, gazing coldly at the opposition.
"Zhu'erchi!"
"Unthinkable! He personally led the campaign this time!"
Gazing at the man across from them with a full forehead and a dignified face wearing the beautiful jade, Li Jing and the other commanders couldn't help but be taken aback.
Their eyes were filled with an indescribable shock and they involuntarily let out a gasp.
