"Drumbeats!!!"
Qianye Wushuang had just taken twenty of his Personal Guards and charged out from the formation, his eyes blazing with an unfathomable brilliance. With a sweep of his hand, he bellowed a command.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The earth-shaking war drums resounded above the neighboring area, their stirring beats echoing through Bald Mountain, rousing a fiery zeal in one's blood.
"Hmm?"
In the formation, Lin Hao wasn't focused on the few dozen men who had rushed out; rather, his brow furrowed as he looked toward the lineup of war drums inside the military formation.
These were certainly not ordinary war drums. Between each pounding beat, the war drums rippled with glowing runes that seemed to transform into melodies, resonating out in waves.
They carried a blessing!
These war drums could actually bolster the fighting spirit of the army!
