Boom, boom, boom!
The earth trembled, and dust surged into the sky as five armies advanced from five directions, converging outside the central city before coming to a halt.
It was already midnight, and the people held torches, the flames blazing, lighting up half the sky.
As far as the eye could see, under the flickering torchlight, the armies formed a dense black wave, as ominous as a dark tide, striking fear into people's hearts.
"Southern Emperor, come out!" Chen Yang, holding the Fangtian Halberd, stepped forward and shouted thunderously at the city.
This voice echoed through the night sky, reaching far into the distance, as if shaking the entire city.
"Come out! Come out!" The fifty thousand martial artists under Chen Yang's command also shouted at this moment. Their combined voices were truly earth-shattering, deafening.
