A million troops, each soldier holding a prisoner, soared into the sky and soon descended once more outside the moat of Yue City.
At this moment, the sky was about to darken.
Darkness shrouded the earth.
A sliver of yellow moon hung faintly on the horizon, with scattered stars and a gentle night breeze blowing.
Under the night moon, the Yue River remained vast and serene, appearing calm and peaceful. No one could tell the lurking danger beneath its waters.
Wang Xiaoqiang ordered the army to halt by the moat. Then, flying above the troops, he commanded, "Soldiers, listen to my order: disperse into the Ring Spirit Formation, using the prisoners as shields beneath you. Cross the river with utmost speed!"
The soldiers responded with a roar, dispersing into the Ring Spirit Formation and shielding the prisoners beneath them as they flew across the Yue River.
As the troops crossed the Yue River, the water talismans in the river were triggered.
