Yuan Lie, carrying a hefty battle-axe, sat atop the turret, listening to the sounds drifting over from the mountains, and roared, "My Yuan Family doesn't need to ride on our ancestors' coattails to stand tall; what need do we have for your army strategist's approval? Besides, do you even qualify as human? For the sake of reviving a former Monarch, your strategist has done innumerable unconscionable deeds; you're nothing but a pack of beasts!"
He mocked, "Too scared to come out for a one-on-one fight? You talk nonsense!"
Yuan Qing wiped the blood from her body below the turret. The many days of relentless battle had worn her down. Her chestnut short hair stuck to her tender cheeks, and even Iron Bow had lost its luster.
At this moment, her life force surged strongly, clearly having stepped beyond the Third Victory Realm's domain, but her expression remained grave, indicating a disadvantage in the battle.
The combat strength of Babel Tower was undeniably stronger than theirs.
