Ye Linglong's voice echoed across the battlefield like a morning bell and evening drum, seemingly possessing a certain magic that instantly captured everyone's attention.
Over ten thousand people in the Four Countries Battlefield Team felt a wave of unease.
At her cue, three thousand warriors within the Five Elements Xuanwu Formation seemed awakened by some mysterious power. Their movements were synchronized, as they slowly drew one by one the treasure swords glinting with cold light from their waists or backs.
Some of these swords were antiquely elegant, seemingly containing the sediment of time. Others were exceptionally sharp, with their blades reflecting the blinding firelight on the battlefield, making them appear particularly dazzling.
"What are they planning?"
