The Flying Horse neighed into the sky and stopped. Everyone in the Army of the immortal spirit region stared at the Flying Horse in a daze. They had never thought that a large-scale magical weapon could neigh like a real horse. How could they not be shocked?
Zhao Hai stood on the back of the Flying Horse and looked at the Army less than a hundred meters away from him. He sighed softly and turned to look at the tall city wall at the immortal spirit zone's line of defense. It was really tall, about thirty meters tall, several times higher than the city they had built.
Zhao Hai looked at the wall for a while before saying, " "I really didn't expect that I would become enemies with everyone from the immortal spirit region one day. Everyone, why are you doing this? I don't want to be your enemy. I just want to save my own life. We're also fighting against the shadow race. To be honest, we're still helping you. Why do you have to force us?"
