The empress was deep in thought.
Ren Baqian silently praised himself for his resourcefulness.
Li Qianqiu looked at the huge explosion in the distance and suddenly remembered one thing. In a flash, he landed in the darkness, and his whole body was aroused by the blood essence. He woke the entire city with his loud voice and ordered, "Everyone, gather at the north gate."
After shouting at the top of his lungs, he pressed against the tent to prop himself up and then strolled outside as if nothing happened.
When Ren Baqian heard this, he recalled that the most important thing had not been completed. He got the guards to move the mortars and mortar shells over. This time around, they had to accomplish their mission.
Even though Li Qianqi was an expert at the Spirit Wheel level, he seldom fought against anyone. This was because the martial art he was practicing had an enormous flaw—whenever he exerted strength, he would experience hyperemia.
