Rumble~
A sudden thunderclap.
In the cloudless sky, thunder rumbles through the heavens.
In this war preparation zone, soldiers are neatly arranged, stretching to an extremely distant area.
With ease, the numbers surpass a million, and the boundary is nowhere in sight.
At the forefront of these soldiers, the top of a massive Black Dragon Palace emits curling smoke, with top-grade soothing herbs as incense, enveloping the throne of Prince Ji'an in mist.
In front of the throne, also at the entrance of the Judgement Hall.
Drew paced back and forth, eyes slightly anxious.
It has been seven days since Baiyi returned.
The army was originally supposed to set out three days ago, but they dared not disturb Baiyi, leading to continuous delays.
Carl's orders were issued one after another, but to no avail, as malice still plagued the door, and no one dared to ignore this malice to awaken the fierce presence inside.
"Stop pacing; it's useless,"
