Under the towering giant hand, the small figure of Wei Jinfeng appeared rather tragic.
It seemed as if he was about to fall completely in the next moment.
Wei Wuque's face carried a hint of worry, his fists clenched tightly, silently chanting the word 'father' in his heart.
The remaining commanders of the Beiliang Army also wanted to rush forward to relieve some of the pressure off Wei Jinfeng.
Nearly two hundred thousand Beiliang soldiers, thousands of Jianghu martial artists, and tens of thousands of the people of Liangzhou City all froze in place at this moment, with a tragic atmosphere lingering in their hearts.
If the prince couldn't hold, then they would surely die.
Chen Yuan frowned tightly, only feeling as if his whole body was trapped in a quagmire, the mighty power making his heart palpitate.
This... is this the power of a Sixth Realm Immortal?
So strong!
It's just a single hand, yet it made Wei Jinfeng struggle to resist.
