Eight hundred soldiers, the sound of horses neighing together, pairs of fiery and cold eyes piercing through the night of the Grotto Heaven, like tigers and wolves.
When everyone's gaze captured the silver-armored figure standing in the air above, there was an instant uproar.
"Clang clang clang"
The sound of armor clashing arose.
Figures mounted on horses moved, passing through the iron forest, then leaped off the horseback, ascending to the sky, the banner of the Ninth Mountain waving behind them.
Following closely, they neatly knelt with a clear sound of armor collision, one knee on the ground, hands raised in salute.
"Salute the General!"
Leading them was Lu Ming in red armor, leading over three hundred riders from the Ninth Mountain with one voice bowing.
The voice was restrained yet filled with excitement and fervor, and at this moment, everyone's eyes, upon seeing their General, seemed to break free from a seal, filled with arrogance and murderous energy.
