"We are now like turtles in a jar; tell me, how do we escape? Are we supposed to sprout wings and fly out?"
Having spoken, Chen Xiong collapsed weakly into the command chair, looking at the extraordinary people whom he usually regarded as honored guests, revealing unabashed despair for the first time.
These high masters who could summon the wind and rain in the past now seemed powerless in the face of the Southern Army's mysterious talisman magic.
At this moment, the elderly leader, dressed in a dark yin-yang magic robe, suddenly had a flash of brilliance in his cloudy eyes,
and urgently spoke: "Commander! Your Supervisor Document sealed by the Jade Seal from the previous dynasty's decree of Qingzhou! Quickly take it out!"
Seeing Chen Xiong in shock, the elder excitedly explained: "That Supervisor Document bears the red seal of the Heirloom Seal of the Realm, containing a strand of legitimate destiny of the nation!
