Mo Yang arrived with a group of his underlings in tow.
Three days had passed; he had come to understand Wang Sheng's strength to a certain extent, which was largely at a Grandmaster's level, so he no longer harbored the wild speculations he had at the beginning.
Having Grandmaster level strength meant that facing the Evil Flood Dragon wasn't a suicide mission, especially since there had been instances of Grandmaster Level Martial Artists escaping victorious from battles with it.
Not so worried now, Mo Yang had ordered the city gates to be opened and led the citizens out once the fight had begun.
But as soon as the city gates were opened, he discovered that the underlings he had sent away were right outside the gates.
