"Not necessarily. Our six countries' allied army is already at the borders. In an instant, we can drive straight into the hinterland of Hansworth and sweep through all the areas there!"
A high-level pinnacle expert responded.
The other pinnacles around them looked at Mount Tanish coldly.
Just as Martial Emperor Yanagi had expected, even if Braydon could be conferred a title on Mount Tanish successfully, these foreign pinnacles would definitely not allow King Braydon to walk down Mount Tanish alive.
On the altar of Mount Tanish, a chill gradually rose, and the north wind whistled.
Braydon's white clothes fluttered in the wind as he watched the fate of the country that stretched for 800 miles. The might of the nation that accompanied it was truly shocking.
Under the might of a nation, martial artists were as insignificant as ants.
