At the northern city gate, Yue Qianfeng, the ninth among the eight Divine Generals in the world, had a Red Dragon slowly coiling around him, emitting a low dragon roar. Behind him led the top-tier troops, the Yue Family Heavy Cavalry and the Beiwei Army.
At the southern city gate, Chen Wenmian held the Gray Wolf Blade in his hand.
The howl of the Gray Wolf roared into the sky.
Li Guanyi grasped his weapon, with Fan Qing behind him on the left, while Ye Buyi and Zhou Liuying were on the right. Their presence was for themselves and their kin, as the military souls of the four armies surged skyward, piercing the heavens.
Li Guanyi turned the battle halberd in his hand and pointed it forward.
In front of him, he saw the city—a reflection of nearly ten years ago, when he fled the broken city on a desperate journey. Behind him now were a hundred thousand troops, overtaking mountains and rivers. Finally, he spoke a single word:
"Attack!"
