CHAPTER 934
Lifting his hand into the air, one of the three generals—a man whose bald head caught the light—signaled for the others to halt their advance.
Since a considerable gap existed between the commanders and the vast host behind them, there was no risk of a collision; the trio stopped instantly while the massive army slowly ground to a standstill.
Every eye directed its gaze toward the sky to witness the massive wind construct hurtling forward with blazing velocity.
Within mere minutes, the bird abruptly halted five meters away from the three generals, hovering steadily in the air.
Now, the countenances of the seven figures were on full display—and likewise, those of the enemy leaders.
The bald-headed man sat in the center, flanked by the other two.
He appeared noticeably older than his companions, with deep wrinkles etched across his face.
