After half an hour of marching, the mighty army finally arrived at the widest and deepest part of the Wing River area, resembling a large lake. If one were to compare it to something tangible, it would exceed the size of a standard football field by several times.
The water in this river has a dark red hue, and the air carries a faint lingering scent of blood.
Young Lei Ming waved his hand, signaling for the archers to take formation. The archers dispersed, forming three teams stationed in three positions, each readying their bows and waiting for the demon dragon to emerge for a slaughter.
Meanwhile, the hundreds of spectators standing at a small hilltop were naturally staying quite a distance away, several hundred meters from the site, ready to retreat swiftly should any danger arise.