Outside the city gate.
Zhu Zhenguo led his Army and the dragon's blood Warriors to guard this place. They were like an iron bucket that protected the entire Vermillion Bird gate.
Guardrails were set up a thousand feet away from the palace gates to prevent outsiders from advancing.
The murderous aura of iron and blood, and the eyes of the soldiers were like blades.
From their cold eyes, these soldiers were all elites, elite soldiers who had been through hundreds of battles.
The armors they were wearing were also different. They were the fish Dragon armors that Ling Qing 'er had refined.
The Vermilion Bird Avenue was completely sealed off.
Suddenly.
The three Saint-eyed dragonelephants were the first to arrive. They rushed out of the darkness, and the people on the horses could still be vaguely seen.
