"So many people attacking together, bullying an old lady like me, is that all Malignant Dragon City can do?"
The old woman's voice was filled with blatant sarcasm, resonating throughout the sky and reaching the ears of everyone above.
The middle-aged man sneered, "Dealing with a mad woman like you, who needs to talk about principles? Just surrender obediently, or else you'll suffer needlessly!"
The old woman laughed heartily, her tone suddenly shifting, "You want to use the advantage of numbers, huh? Fine, let's see who can summon more people!"
As the old woman's words echoed, four great flags suddenly emerged from the peaks of mountains in the east, south, west, and north. They grew rapidly against the wind, with the flagpoles becoming as thick as mountains, towering majestically, while the flags fluttered like waves, obscuring the entire sky.
On the flags, formations were carved, and formation patterns gleamed, then figures were cast out from the flags one after another.
