The Blues Family disciples and the Flame Legion were more than capable of handling the tree monsters, so John didn't rush into action. He stood atop the city walls, closely monitoring the battlefield.
The sounds of battle echoed through the air.
Shouts, roars, and the cries of the enchanted tree monsters as they were felled by the Blues Family disciples. Arrows flew from the walls, and spells rained down, each strike bringing down another monster.
John felt a sense of pride. The Flame Legion and the Blues Family disciples were now among the elite forces in the world of Gods.
While he had provided significant support, he was also aware of the hard work everyone had put in over time.
"John, would you be interested in becoming the head of Shengwu Sect?" Chris appeared beside him, speaking calmly.
"Old man, you must be joking. This is your Blues Family's force," John replied, glancing at Chris with a hint of exasperation.
