As if Under a Paralysis Spell!

His gaze was as sharp as a blade as it swept over Bai Qi's brow. "If we miss this moment today, trying to force open the gates of High Heaven Palace again will become a task fraught with a thousand hardships and ten thousand difficulties—not only will the enemy's strength surge and experts gather all around us, but countless brothers-in-arms will pay with their lives! Do you understand me?"

Li Tian stared at Bai Qi. His voice was not loud, yet every word struck straight into the human heart.

Bai Qi said nothing. He merely straightened his back and nodded, as solid as forged iron—steady and resolute.

His silence was not because he had nothing to say, but because he knew all too well—at this moment, a thousand words could not compare to a single charge, a streak of blood, a real and tangible act of smashing through the palace gates!

He cherished his own life, but he cherished the lives of his brothers beside him even more.

Those familiar faces, those rough battle cries, those days and nights spent shoulder to shoulder tearing open a path through blood... He would never allow anyone or anything to let that burning blood spill in vain upon a meaningless blade's edge!

Taking the Hall of Supreme Harmony was not merely for his comrades, but also for the Imperial Preceptor behind them, strategizing from within his command tent—for those shadows who gritted their teeth in the darkness, bearing the cauldron and silently burning away half their lives!

A blazing fire roared in his heart. Without uttering a word, his oath had already been carved into the seams of his bones!

"Charge—!"

A sharp shout tore through the skies as the Human Race's iron armor surged like a tide toward the first palace wall