Both the Demon Clan and the Human Race on the city walls were all given quite a scare.
This peal of Thunderbolt absolutely carried the aura of the True Immortal Realm.
None but an Immortal could unleash it.
Everyone looked up and saw a group of Daoists riding Exotic Beasts, treading the air as they came, then landing one after another atop the city walls.
Wu Song stood at the front of the wall, Blood Knife in hand, the Demonic Beasts beneath him already piled more than ten meters thick.
He fixed his gaze on a man riding a Giant Eagle and shouted excitedly, "Brother Gongming is here!"
Wu Zhi, hearing this, suddenly came to his senses, raised his arm and shouted loudly, "Our reinforcements have arrived— the Human Race will surely win!"
"The Human Race will surely win!"
"The Human Race will surely win!"
"The Human Race will surely win!"
"..."
Shouts like thunder instantly erupted atop the walls, shaking the surrounding land.
