Residents within the northern area of Northwestern Base City's walls had already been evacuated, leaving only the military and martial artists within a thirty-mile radius. There were no civilians.
The flying vehicles of the Gods Clan came to a stop one kilometer away from the Northwest City Wall.
Yan Huang stood on a platform above a modified flying vehicle, where the flag of the True God of the Stars was raised, signifying their flagship.
Looking at the defense of the Northwest through a telescope in the sky, Yan Huang's mouth curled into a cold smirk.
"A motley crowd!"
"Senior Baggio, how should we fight this battle? Can't we just rush over and kill them all?"
Although Yan Huang was the Pope, he was not very good at handling large-scale battles, so he could only consult Baggio by his side.
