From the ruins of the broken walls, a large plume of heat seemed to continually rise and steam, as if there was unburnt firewood still smoldering and smoking beneath.
"Is there really Earth Fire Magma under the Leifeng Tower?"
Jiang Dali's eyes narrowed as he urged the Demon Hawk to swiftly descend towards the direction of the Leifeng Tower.
At this moment, in the military camp stationed below, sentries had already spotted him and blew a rapid whistle.
However, the camp remained orderly, and a row of familiar figures walked out from the main tent.
"Hahaha, Brother Jiang, you have finally arrived!"
Yue Fei's rough and heroic voice came from the camp below.
"Village chief!"
Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing both called out joyfully.
As the Demon Hawk was about to land, it flapped its wings, creating a whirlwind to buffer. It stirred up a cloud of dust and stones, causing many soldiers' headscarves to dance wildly.
