Armor surged, stepping and shattering the snow-filled ground.
Red lanterns penetrated the snowy mist, casting a glow of crimson.
From a high vantage point, the reinforcements from Chongqing Prefecture resembled a black torrent, tearing through this scarlet, heading towards the Shu Prince Mansion.
In the midst of the crowd, Yang Chenghua gazed at the bronze flower basket in his hands.
After lifting the spell, this ancient National Sacrificial Divine Artifact returned to its original worn-out appearance, showing no signs of anomaly.
However, Yang Chenghua could sense a thought within it, slowly nurturing under the Power of Incense.
It felt familiar yet strange to him.
Familiar, because it originated from the River God Grand Duke; ever since the Erlang True Monarch Temple appeared, a key task has been to suppress this remnant demon thought.
One could say that the karmic ties had been forged from the beginning.
Strange, because the Dragon Lady has seized the divine charm.
