The wide dragon robe fluttered behind him, exuding an aura that looked down upon the world.
"Send the order, the entire army advances!"
"Follow me, to meet those demons and monsters!"
"Yes!"
Thousands of soldiers behind him responded in unison.
In an instant, the vast army charged forward magnificently, like a great force breaking through bamboo.
Toward the Suburbs of the Capital, they advanced with unstoppable momentum.
"Master, subordinates are willing to clear the way for you!"
Alina and Richard followed closely, full of fighting spirit.
One on the left, one on the right, resembling the left and right arms of Zhang Beixing.
The three rode together side by side, invincible wherever they went.
And far beyond the Suburbs of the Capital, a man clad in a black robe was sitting on the throne in the Demon Race's large camp.
With closed eyes, he was brewing something as he rested.
His gaze was like electricity, exuding an eerie chill that made one's heart tremble.
