Luo Ping stood atop the city wall, looking at the ninety thousand troops below, a vast black sea stretching endlessly. If a few Heaven-shattering Thunders were to fall at this moment, surely tens of thousands of soldiers would perish.
In the distance, the Sea Dragon Empire's one million troops were also rapidly advancing towards the city. Among them, a tall carriage was most conspicuous — it must belong to Yun Feiqing. Unexpectedly, he personally came to command the battlefield today.
The soldiers of the Celestial Dragon Empire were filled with morale, having repeatedly dealt the opponent two losses, each of their hearts surged with excitement. If they could defeat the Sea Dragon Empire's forces today, it might just end this battle.
Both sides were advancing, and they stopped when they were about five hundred meters apart. At this moment, Luo Ping directly flew into the air, ready to personally direct this battle.
