Over at the Dragon King Temple, the roar was continuous.
It seemed that something was madly striking the temple.
Crash!
The sound of falling dirt and stones kept appearing.
Finally, the wild wind ceased, and the darkness gradually dispersed.
"Open your eyes, get ready to act!"
Li Yan let out a cold snort and drew the Duan Chen Blade.
The Astral Order had been exhausted, the time to summon Yin Bureau troops had passed, yet no one was captured.
This kind of situation had already occurred twice in succession.
It seems that the greatest weakness of the yin soldiers was this national sacrificial divine artifact.
Indeed, as the darkness dispersed, the Dragon King Temple ahead had become a ruin covered by white frost and ice.
But the main hall, Dragon King Hall, remained intact.
Even though the yin soldiers actively attacked, they did not topple it.
"Cannons, bring the cannons here!"
Wan Baoquan's scalp tingled, as he shouted to the rear.
Boom!
