Just after a rush of over ten kilometers, suddenly the sound of gunfire and cannons echoed continuously from ahead, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Nuannuan stopped the car, and Yang Fei took out a monocular from his marching bag for a closer look, a bit surprised.
"It's the soldiers of the Wu Clan launching a massive attack on the mountain."
Upon hearing this, Nuannuan was also surprised. She took Yang Fei's monocular, and after just one glance, her eyes widened in astonishment.
"It's our ancestral grandfathers, Zhu Rong and the others, launching a strong attack on Holy Peak."
Yang Fei laughed heartily, "We've lured Oskilov away, leaving the Immortal Race leaderless."
"This is indeed a great opportunity for a counterattack. I'm just curious, where did all these Wu Clan soldiers come from?"
Nuannuan snorted, "The Twelve Branches of the Wu Clan are besieging Holy Peak, with their troops stationed below the peak."
