At midnight, the sky was gloomy, with no light in the entire world. In the ruins of the Azure Cloud Sacred Land, the Desert Army sat cross-legged. Observing carefully, one could see that their positions were particularly unique, following a certain pattern.
Suddenly, two beams of red light appeared in the sky, moving rapidly; in the black of night, they seemed incredibly bewitching. Within the red light, silhouettes flickered, all holding weapons, their expressions cold, exuding a strong murderous intent.
Zheng Guiqiong emerged from the phoenix carriage and mounted a warhorse, looking valiant.
Xiong Lie left his throne, charging at the forefront of the army, his eyes blood-red, endless demonic energy swirling around him.
"Are they finally here?"
Huo Qubing, standing upright on the mountaintop, gazed into the vast sky, a glint of excitement in his eyes. His fighting spirit filled the air.
