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!”

soldiers made a sky-shattering howl as they charged toward

did not panic at all. Instead, he shouted, “Listen up! Don’t panic. Just do as

had issued an order when he summoned the army earlier. He told them not to go all out in

attack the enemy. Instead, they cooperated and tried their best to keep the

“Hey, Young Man!”

Jian looked at Darryl and mocked him coldly, “Stop this meaningless resistance. It’s useless. I will win

Buzz!

it made a sound. Then, a

F*ck!

about it, he quickly

knew Yang Jian’s strength

Bang!

out a muffled grunt. His body was thrown about 100 meters away before it

Thud!

was pale the moment he landed, and he spouted a

F*ck!

would expect from Grandmaster Erlang—Yang Jian’s strength was atrocious. Darryl could

he was protected by pure energy. Otherwise,

“Darryl!”

“Prince Consort…”

civil and military officials screamed when they realized that Darryl

strength was too terrifying. Even if Darryl could handle the battle temporarily,

“Dad!”

She watched Darryl closely. She was both worried and nervous about

but she was powerless to

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