The tens of thousands of Great Zhou cavalry were still on the journey from the various provinces and counties to the capital, still very far from the Mausoleum of Books, but Wuqiong Bi's expression still underwent a sudden transformation. As an expert of the Divine Domain and member of the Eight Storms, her strength had reached an extremely profound level, so she could easily see the terrifying army on the distant plains, and also the Red Falcons and Red Geese flying through the rain clouds like lightning bolts.
"It seems that this was originally all part of Tianhai's plan. We have to leave." She turned towards her husband, her face pale.
The horsetail whisk soaked from the rain drooped lifelessly from the crook of her elbow, just like her morale.
Tonight, the two sides still had not formally begun to fight and it was impossible to ascertain the situation, but the Tianhai Divine Empress's composure and confidence had already drained Wuqiong Bi of all her confidence.
