Before long, all the reinforcements assembled into formation, forming several phalanxes, exuding an invisible aura of murderous intent in the glow of bonfires under the night sky. It felt like an army of thousands, stirring a strong sense of battle intent to boiling, sharp eyes staring ahead, unusually bright in the night. Hook and his subordinate officers saw the bloodthirsty reinforcements, shocked at what they witnessed, finally understanding what a division of wolves and tigers meant, seeing a glimpse of hope for victory.
At the front of the phalanx, Li Wu, Shadow, Snow Fox, Drunkard, Scholar, Farmer, Gardener, Monk, and Mountain Eagle from the Fourth Squadron stood tall, eyes fixed ahead at Luo Zheng standing there. At this moment, Lan Xue, accompanied by three others, stepped back into the phalanx, joining the Mountain Eagle Team. Though many present had higher military ranks than Luo Zheng, none doubted his command.
