Outside Fufeng City.
A legion arrived, its banners adorned with patterns of lightning, composed mostly of tall, burly Westerners with rough, pale skin and deep blue eyes.
They wore chain armor or full body armor, gathering under the banners of the Lightning Army, enslaving werewolves and green-skinned dwarfs as slave troops, launching an attack on Fufeng City!
Amidst the camp, a mysterious storm brewed, suppressing the Daoist power within the city.
High above in the sky.
Zhong Shenxiu looked down at this scene and sighed, "I see the Empire crumbling before me…"
The enemy was formidable!
Even within the ranks of the legion, there lurked dangerous threats.
This dissuaded him from the thought of intervening; he left immediately, heading west.
'Hmm… The enemy has seized the initiative, invading from the west, with Fufeng Protectorate and nearby Luo State becoming the main battleground, peace eludes the whole world…'
