The military had arrived, bringing howitzer trucks and vehicles mounted with heavy machine guns. Every soldier was armed with a rifle or a carbine.
Though Zhou Weimou was still trapped within the Illusion Technique, he had already planned for such a contingency. He had long since ordered the army to suppress any extraordinary incidents within Yang City.
"I'm saved!" Whip Sovereign, trapped within the thirty-six-man Formation, was overjoyed. With the military intervening, he saw a glimmer of hope. The Formation had already suppressed him, and it was only a matter of time before its members could kill him. But with the army's arrival, the thirty-six men hesitated. Should they deal the killing blow?
"Go ahead," Wu Tian's voice was soft. "Don't worry. The military won't be a problem."
