Zayn Ziegler could not help but be shocked and angry. If the king of the northern territory had a plane crash on a rainy night right on this spot, he, Zayn Ziegler, would die a hundred times to atone for his sins!
If Braydon Neal were to fall, who would be able to control the ten legions of the northern army?
A million black-robed elites only respected King Braydon!
Even King Cole Colbie could only intimidate them for a moment, not suppress them forever.
Luther Carden, Yuri Qualls, and many other powerful people, all of whom had their own armies under their command, only respected the Northern King!
If Braydon Neal died here, the soldiers of the north would definitely sweep through the provincial capital, Quill, and bury the tens of millions of people in the provincial capital with their commander!
The northern army did not respect heaven and earth, nor did they fear ghosts and gods. They only believed in the sword in their hands.
