Southern Continent, the youth raised his hand.
"Ready—"
He swung his hand down: "Release!"
With a swoosh, a dark cloud streaked across the sky, flying towards the distant city walls.
The battle erupted once again, after a rain of arrows, countless people shouted as they charged forward.
The followers of the Heavenly Taoist Sect regained their spirits.
Sacrifice, battle, there had never been such a moment when they were so united.
Even without spells, but their brethren were still there, they had no reason to fail.
The youth galloped across the burning battlefield, his face crossed by a scar from an arrow, but his eyes shone brighter than ever.
After missing for two hundred years, he finally experienced the ambiance of Wanling Country once more.
He reminisced about the education he received from childhood at Huaguo Mountain.
Unity.
Everything about Huaguo Mountain was encapsulated in these two words.
