Zhang Xuan rose to his feet and said, "Don't be anxious, the outcome can't be determined until the very end."
He alone, drained the red wine in one gulp and then picked up the binoculars to look toward the opposite side.
A dense fog enveloped the sky above the Azure Dragon formation's altar, and troops of rebel soldiers with blood-red eyes roared and charged forward recklessly.
"Guard the altar, we must not let them advance any further."
Sun Da Hu stood at the entrance of the altar, bellowing loudly, brandishing his sharp sword with all his might to decapitate a rebel soldier, then with a backhand thrust, he pierced through the heart of another enemy.
Countless enemies charging at them fell in rows before Sun Da Hu and the high-ranking cultivators beside him, suffering heavy casualties.
The elderly Mage also crushed an enemy's skull with a single dust wiper, but his body was drained of strength, almost collapsing, had it not been for a Zhuge Sect member who supported him.
