The cries of encouragement gathered together like rolling thunder, resounding through the heavens as though they would shake this entire world to trembling.
The impassioned slogans echoed through the air, each one like a heavy hammer crashing fiercely against the hearts of the Wanze Sect members.
Their morale surged to unprecedented heights. Blazing fighting spirit burned in everyone's eyes, flames that seemed capable of scorching all darkness in the world to ashes.
Meanwhile, the Great Gan Imperial Family's army felt an unprecedented pressure bearing down on them.
That pressure was like an invisible net, binding them tightly, while fear grew wildly in their hearts like weeds amid the oppressive atmosphere.
Within the Great Gan Imperial Family's camp, several generals furrowed their brows tightly and stared fixedly at the battlefield. Their expressions grew increasingly ugly, like the gloomy sky before a storm.
"Zhao Yun's strength is actually this terrifying! We're all at the Spirit Severing Realm, yet we can't even fight back against him. What are we supposed to do?"
One general was filled with worry, his voice trembling slightly. His eyes brimmed with terror and helplessness, as if he had already seen the war's disastrous ending.
The commander's brows twisted into deep furrows, the wrinkles on his forehead like ravines.
If they could not quickly devise a response, the situation in this war would become increasingly unfavorable for the Great Gan Imperial Family.
He gritted his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness flashing through his eyes, and loudly ordered, "Keep sending people out to fight! Even if all we can do is wear down Zhao Yun's stamina!
"We cannot let him win so easily. We must find a way to weaken him!"
Thus, the Great Gan Imperial Family successively sent several more Spirit Severing Realm experts out of the city to