This sudden appearance of armored soldiers caused the eyelids of countless cultivators to twitch. They vaguely realized that something was wrong.
Jiang Ming lowered his eyebrows slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Is this the army of the Murong family of Northern Yan?"
Tuoba Kui nodded and said with fear, "These are regular soldiers. However, they are not something that the ordinary troops of this era can stand against. You have to know that the Murong family has always been known for their brutality and ruthlessness. Most importantly, they had been corrupted by the baleful aura after their deaths and have become the evil spirits they were now. Their strength is probably even more terrifying!"
When Jiang Ming heard this, he immediately frowned.
There were eight hundred Northern Yan soldiers. If they were to face them, many of these cultivators would die.
