The hostages charged at the forefront, including two Eight-Ring Soul Douluos, ten Seven Ring Soul Saints, and more than twenty Soul Emperors.
Every one of them was an elite among elites. With the frenzied Battle Intent surging within them, how could they possibly give their enemies any chance?
For the past three days, Chen Ping had helped treat their illnesses, heal their wounds, and provided them with ample food to restore their strength.
The moment this group burst out from the Water Prison's exit, the outcome had already been decided.
However, just as the hostages charged into the enemy ranks like wolves and tigers, cutting down the Evil Soul Masters before them, seizing their equipment to spray fire at the Soul Engineers and create favorable conditions while gradually clearing out the Soul Engineer Legion ahead, a huge signal flare shot into the sky.
This is bad!
At once, whether it was He Caitou, Wang Dong, and the others charging at the front alongside the hostages, or Chen Ping, who remained behind to cover the rear and had yet to make a move, their expressions turned grave upon seeing the signal flare launched from the North City Wall.
Mingdu lay north of Sunrise City, so if reinforcements were coming from Mingdu, they would certainly reach the northern side first.
The signal flare's ascent meant that Huo Yuhao and Ji Juechen at the North City Wall could already see Mingdu's reinforcements. Even if Huo Yuhao's eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people, how far away could those reinforcements still be?
Five kilometers? Ten kilometers?
"Heh heh heh, this signal flare was sent to you by your comrades in the north of the city, wasn't it? I would like to see where else you can run before the reinforcements arrive!"
The Nether Lightning