"Brother Cao, Brother Ling, the three of us will go first. Daoist Daoxuan, stay alert at the back to prevent the Guiyuan Sect cultivators from returning."
As soon as Li He finished speaking, he and the other two flew towards the city wall side by side.
"Ah!!!"
Wei Xuan roared fiercely, once again entering an overloaded state, standing at the front alongside Song Guizhi, while the Martial Saints engaged the relatively weaker martial cultivator Ling Yun, plunging back into a tough battle.
Once these main generals were restrained, there was no one left to stop the Imperial Army, led by Jiangg Yuanbo and others, from charging up the city wall. The casualties among the Beiliang soldiers began to rise exponentially, and the fall of the city was imminent.
But just at this moment!
Beyond the battlefield that stretched for tens of miles, a lone rider charged towards the enemy's great formation from the flank at an unbelievable speed, catching everyone off guard!
"Who goes there?!"
