In the distance, when the military commanders saw the White Lotus Sect appear at the center of the battlefield, their faith in the words of His Majesty the Emperor deepened a little more.
The beat of the war drums shifted, and the Dragon Armored Soldiers pressed forward in coordinated formation, pushing toward the cultists.
On the mountainside further off, the archers began to draw the strings of their octagonal crossbows taut.
But the next moment, fire suddenly erupted both on the mountainside and by the catapults—the Ao Jing Sect had made their move.
Bai Lingmiao's pressure lessened markedly, but faced with the layers upon layers of military men encircling her, she still felt an overwhelming strain—this wasn't just about herself, but also concerned Li Huowang's very survival.
Surrounded on all sides, Bai Lingmiao glanced at Li Huowang, who was caught up in his own world; her face contorted with a grim determination as she shouted, "Commence the divination ritual!"
