"I thought so too," Keshila said solemnly. "Our guild ranking may not be among the very best, but I know August's strength like the back of my hand. He once made it into the top thirty-two in an official PK tournament. There's no way an underleveled player who wasn't even fully equipped could defeat him. So I strongly suspect that the Platinum Dragon King killed both him and Rick!"
"That sounds perfectly reasonable..." A female angel holding a long staff nodded. But they had never imagined that, over those thousand years, the Imperial Son had established himself in the mortal world and become the greatest expert of the age, the Demon Emperor Cloud Lord. The Demon Emperor was the leader of the demon race, and the demon race were descendants of the Jiuli remnants. No matter how they guessed, they would never have imagined that Cloud Lord was the Imperial Son foretold by the Heavenly Stele prophecy.
Outside the Heavenly Army headquarters, a massive silver flying vessel hovered in the air, with more than ten thousand Heavenly Army soldiers standing in neat formation outside.
No one was a fool. Once Yang You publicly created an identical birthday gift, everyone believed that Xie Yao's gift had come from Yang You.
Thick wooden arrows shot from their bowstrings. Jar after jar of fire oil streaked through the air, trailing long tails of flame. The bright land suddenly darkened as oil jars and wooden arrows filled the sky like dark clouds, crashing down upon the enemy army.
Night had already fallen. Three bright moons hung in the sky at once, illuminating the entire land as if it were daytime, yet the moonlight could not hold back the biting cold. The wind grew ever more piercing, and the temperature fell to an extreme low.