The dense smoke rising from the river surface was completely torn apart!
One mystic iron spirit wood warship after another, imposing and oppressive, filled with a terrifying sense of pressure, slowly sailed from the wide surface of the Grand Canal.
The ship's sides, carved with fiercely terrifying patterns of mystic iron spirit wood, at this moment, resembled demons crawling out from the netherworld, filled with the taste of iron and blood slaughter.
Whoosh, whoosh—
Banners fluttered in the wind.
Ahead, Guangling Dao City had already come into view.
Commander Xie Yun, wearing a crane robe and cloth attire underneath, sat weakly on a chair, gently swinging a feather fan in his hand.
Beside him, Gu Qianchi stood with a somewhat peculiar gaze in his eyes.
Top-level peaks like Ning Caisen, Gu Cheng, and Huang Mei wore slightly unusual expressions too.
Guangling Dao City's gates were tightly closed.
Completely locked down.
