"City Lord, everything is ready." Fu Dongsheng approached Guan Jinghao, who was standing by the second-floor atrium.
Guan Jinghao nodded slightly. Fu Dongsheng looked at the empty space below the atrium and pressed the button on the remote in his hand.
The three large doors at the end of the field opened, and one by one, Magic Armor Masters marched out in a formation, as if moving as a single person.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as were their heights and body types, so much so that they seemed less like Magic Armor Masters and more like robots.
Soon, the space below the atrium was filled with Magic Armor Masters, standing in unison, their gazes fixed straight ahead, utterly still.
Guan Jinghao pressed his hands on the railing, calmly watching the formation of a hundred and twenty Magic Armor Masters below, his expression unruffled.
