Just as Yang Yu and his companions were trying their utmost to escape Tian Hanxue, a support troop from the Luo Ze Empire happened to pass by a nearby hill.
"What on earth is that?"
The leading officer raised the binoculars, chewing gum, and gazed towards the hill where the battle was occurring.
Ice mist rose in waves, a terrifying magic fluctuation was detectable even from dozens of kilometers away.
"This might be a battle involving the Four Heavenly Kings. Just our luck, she happens to be in this place?"
The deputy next to the officer said, "A battle of the Four Heavenly Kings? Could this be bad news?
She's so close, could she affect our support plan?
If we proceed, we might fall into their attack and face total annihilation."
The officer put down the binoculars, face stern: "It might indeed impact our support plan, but we must continue to support.
We are soldiers of the Empire. This is our task.
Even if the final result is death, we must continue to provide support.
