The Beiwang Hall's hundred thousand veteran soldiers struck like ferocious tigers, their aura devoured mountains and rivers, completely breaking through Sand Bone King's psychological defenses.
"Sand Bone King, let's surrender?"
"The Beiwang Hall is not something we can afford to provoke!"
"Yes, a starving camel is bigger than a horse..." Some of Sand Bone King's confidants, one after another, urged surrender.
Sand Bone King trembled, speaking in a panic; "Ye, Ye Young Master, I, I surrender..."
Before he could finish, a scout came with a report, excitement written all over his face; "Report, report, Sand Bone King, our reinforcements have arrived!"
What?
Sand Bone King looked up to see twenty thousand troops from the Polo Kingdom gathering outside the city, led by a man in black armor with a robust beard, exuding the presence of a commanding general.
Sand Bone King said excitedly; "Yes, my royal brother has arrived! Hahaha, stinky kid, you want me to surrender, impossible!"
