After they released the civilians, Yang Jian ordered the army to head to the wilderness to the north of the Royal Cty.

Darryl also did the same—he told the South Cloud Army to get to the wilderness quickly.

The few hundred thousand soldiers from the South Cloud Army and North Moana Army faced off in the wilderness. The war flags flapped in the wind, and it was the same with the long sabers. Intense killing intent filled the space between the heavens and earth.

The Empress’ smooth, jade-like hands clasped tightly as she observed the battle from the top of the city gate. Her delicate face looked worried and tense.

The battle would conclude the South Cloud World’s destiny—they had to succeed.

Quincy stood next to Darryl. She had her eyes locked onto Darryl as she prayed.

‘Please succeed.’

Meanwhile, on the battlefield in the wilderness.

Yang Jian’s figure was suspended in the air; he held a Tri-point Double-edged saber as domineering arrogance filled him.

The next second, Yang Jian focused his eyes on Darryl and sneered, “Young Man, how do you want to die?”

It was apparent that Darryl did not have any chance of winning, no matter if it was a battle between the two armies or a duel. The only difference was that Darryl could have chosen a different way to die.

Darryl smiled after he heard Yang Jian’s words. “Yang Jian, you are too confident. Why are you so sure that I will die today? What if I don’t?”

“You talk too much!”

Yang Jian snorted coldly. He did not want to say anything else, so he waved his arms. “Listen up! Destroy the South Cloud Army and leave no one behind.”

“Kill!”

made a sky-shattering howl as they

panic. Just do as you were

Darryl had issued an order when he summoned the army earlier. He told them not to go all out in the battle. All they had to do was to wait for the volcano to

the enemy. Instead, they cooperated

“Hey, Young Man!”

coldly, “Stop this meaningless resistance. It’s useless. I will win today, and South

Buzz!

saber, and it made a sound. Then, a stream of golden light launched

F*ck!

stream of golden light. Before he could think about it, he quickly urged his internal energy and

all of his internal energy; he knew Yang Jian’s strength well, and

Bang!

Halberd—Darryl let out a muffled grunt. His body was thrown about 100 meters away before it fell to

Thud!

moment he landed, and he spouted a mouthful of blood. His heart trembled as

F*ck!

would expect from Grandmaster Erlang—Yang Jian’s strength was atrocious. Darryl could not

protected by pure energy. Otherwise, he might

“Darryl!”

“Prince Consort…”

officials screamed when they realized that

strength was too terrifying. Even if Darryl could handle the

“Dad!”

stood on the other side, also trembled. She watched Darryl closely. She was both worried and nervous about

the war, but she was powerless

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