Try Moving One

Three days later.

Chong City's eastern gate stood wide open.

The morning drums sounded three times, and the horns blared in unison.

Wen Zhong wore golden armor and rode the Black Qilin, standing beneath the great banner of the central army. On the left and right wings, Huang Feihu, Su Hu, and Chong Houhu each led their own troops, their banners distinct and their formations strict.

Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheels, Fire-Tipped Spear in hand, and had long since been circling back and forth before the formation.

He had been holding himself back for three days, and his hands had long since been itching for a fight.

If Wen Zhong's military orders had not been pressing down on him, he would have charged into the Xi Qi main camp two days ago, dragged Shen Gongbao out, and beaten him up.

Zhao Gongming rode Hei Hu and stood beside Wen Zhong, his expression calm.

His gaze crossed the battlefield and landed in the direction of Xi Qi's main camp, a cold laugh in his heart.

"Shen Gongbao, if you dare use immortal arts, this poor daoist will show you the methods of the Jie Sect today."

On Chong City's walls, countless soldiers and civilians craned their necks to watch.

These past few days, the Shennong Ruler had dispelled the poison and saved the people; the entire city's common folk had already taken a trip before the gates of death. Now that Great Shang's main force had arrived, everyone was holding back a breath in their hearts.

Xi Qi's demonic Daoist had poisoned the wells and harmed the people.

This debt had to be settled!

Before long, the Shang Army's great formation spread out, and the sound of the war drums grew heavier and heavier.

The Xi Qi camp opposite