On the high platform of the West Ox Team Command Center, Commander Niu Qian stood with arms crossed, leisurely watching the spectacle.
At the island's cave entrance, half-tucked behind the wall, Wu Jinliang peered outside, his face full of sheer delight. Zhu Xiangxin's surprise was immense, turning the tide as he single-handedly swept through thousands.
Seeing that the attackers dared not act rashly, he suddenly felt his spine stiffen; it seemed he need not hide or flee anymore.
Chu Jingtang and others, seated cross-legged on the beach, looked up in sheer astonishment.
In the sky, Chongxing took out his token, glanced at the message, pursed his lips without saying a word, yet the gloom in his eyes was hard to dispel.
At the same time, two more teams, nearly ten thousand strong, flew in and hovered behind Feng Yin and Yan Zhili.
They were the Demon Realm army from West Ox and the East Victory Team.
