"Who dares to assault my great city!?"
"It's, it's the Taiping Army..."
"The Taiping Army?!"
"The Taiping Army is long dead, do not jest here!"
Wang Chuanning, the general defending the vicinity of the Northern Domain of Ying Country, was awoken by the clamor. He angrily led his army onto the city walls, only to see the ancient war banner of the Taiping Army wildly dancing in the wind.
Ahead of the Taiping Army, several generals stood in a line.
Each raised their weapon high.
Thus, a glimpse of the Taiping Army's peak brilliance was revealed here. As the weapons were lowered, amidst Yan Xuanji's angry roar, Wang Chuanning felt a chill in his limbs.
Me?
Facing a flash of the Taiping Army at its prime?
Moreover, it was not just the Taiping Army at its peak; these old generals had surpassed their past prowess. Although their vitality and physique were lacking, at this moment, a stronger emotion than the [mourning soldiers] surged within them.
