The others also realized something was happening.
They looked up to the sky.
Ye Wanlan, with her exceptional vision, could see the distant flames.
Large swathes of fire were heading toward the atmosphere, alongside fleets of battleships.
Yan Tingfeng naturally saw it too, his pupils suddenly tightening as he burst out with murderous intent: "It's them."
Anyone who had experienced the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies would never forget this scene.
Because after the fire descended upon Shenzhou, in just seven days, countless were dead or wounded.
This is an everlasting pain, an endless nightmare that cannot be erased.
And now, the same thing was happening again.
The flames drew nearer, and with a "whoosh," the first battleship appeared in the sky.
"We finally made it in again. Last time was really unlucky." The leading general brushed the dust off his clothes, "Just a little more and we could have conquered Shenzhou."
