Lu Zhen surveyed the remaining army with a smirk, noting that while a few of the demonic trees still stood, the majority had been dispatched by the second-stage martial artists.
With the combined assault of thousands of second-stage martial artists, the demonic trees stood no chance.
As the last few remaining trees faced imminent elimination, Lu Zhen's expression hardened, his gaze turning stern as he focused on the army before him.
"Ready your aim," he commanded.
Instantly, arrows engulfed in flames were drawn and aimed skyward by countless soldiers, their brows held high.
Even Zhang Shi wielded a bow, his aim fixed on the heavens. Xia Mei and the other women followed suit, their bows raised and pointed upwards.
Lu Zhen scrutinised the surroundings, able to discern almost everyone's trajectory and aim. Satisfied, he nodded approvingly.
