"Young man, your divine techniques are indeed powerful, but now that you have lost your magical power and no longer have your banner, it's too late to flee!"
The white-furred fox bared its sharp fangs, its blood-red eyes filled with hatred.
Xu Qing's tightly knitted brows suddenly relaxed. He turned to look outside Baiyun Mountain and saw paper money drifting in the air, resembling heavy snowfall. Some even landed in front of the Celestial Fox.
A gust of wind swept through the Dayan Army's formation, causing the large flag to flutter. At the sight of the paper money and flowers falling in front of the army, Wang Liang's eyes focused. He immediately drew his Commander Sword, pointed towards Baiyun Mountain, and shouted, "Form ranks, prepare to meet the enemy!"
The flags of the three armies fluttered as soldiers carried them according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, opening the Xùn Palace and closing the Dù Gate.