0969: See These Buff Muscles? Can You Calm Down?

Wind. Autumn wind.

The northwesterly wind howled up from west to north across the vast plain, like hundreds of rough-hewn warriors leaping, charging, and roaring. It carried the battle cries of nearly sixty thousand players and Jianghu folk gathered from all directions, resounding through the clouds and spreading across heaven and earth.

Jiang Dali and the others surveyed the enemy situation from high in the sky.

In the distance, dozens of Mongol army camps had begun assembling their forces. Their deployment was orderly, swift, and flexible. They had not fallen into chaos despite the sudden attack. Their military bearing was indeed formidable; they were well-trained, valiant, and battle-hardened.

Although the Mongol army was still only in the initial stages of assembly, one could already see the outline of how its forces would be mobilized into battle formations.

Jiang Dali strained his eyesight and spotted several figures emerging from the command tent, no more than black dots from this distance. With his hands clasped behind his back, he addressed Chida, who had been subdued after having his acupoints sealed. "Do you think your elder, Chimon, who inherited the position of the eighth Dharma King, would be willing to save you?"

After leaving Ming State, he had flown without pause toward the Liuma Plains, taking no more than a day to arrive.

As for Chida, the seventh Golden Wheel Dharma King who had long been imprisoned in Black Wind Stronghold's dungeon, Iron Bull and the other trusted player subordinates had secretly escorted him here earlier. He was to serve as a secret weapon for crushing the enemy army's morale.

Chida snorted coldly and lifted his chin. "Keep dreaming. Even if my elder Chimon were willing to save this monk, he could not make that decision. This monk has long told you that