Ning Xiaochuan suspended the Bronze Ancient Lamp above the soldiers of the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion. It shed a gentle halo, and from within it came the faint, ethereal voice of a god reciting scripture.
The soldiers bathed in its soft light. Specks of radiance slipped into their bodies, and their wounded martial souls slowly began to mend. The ethereal voice filled them with peace and comfort, as though water from a Spiritual Spring were washing their martial souls clean.
After all, the Bronze Ancient Lamp had once lit the Heavenly Emperor's reading. It had accompanied him for years and absorbed a trace of divinity, naturally gaining the power to soothe the mind and nourish the soul.
A martial artist who cultivated beneath the Bronze Ancient Lamp for years could even strengthen his martial soul and deepen his state of mind.
Half an hour later, apart from the hundred-odd Dragon Elephant Divine Martials whose martial souls had been gravely wounded, all the others had recovered their fighting strength. Their spirits were high, and their blood and vitality surged.
Rebels had naturally tried to launch sneak attacks during that half hour, hoping to wipe out the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion while they had the chance.
But the Two-Headed Stone Beast, the Fish Jiao, and the Black-haired Ghost Bat Beast kept them out. Not a single rebel could get near this part of the city.
"Commander! The Prince sent this subordinate to ask whether the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion needs to withdraw to the inner city for now." A soldier came racing over on a giant tiger mystic beast. He stopped before Ning Xiaochuan, dismounted, and bowed.
The Divine Dragon King had clearly learned of the battle and feared the battalion might be annihilated. That was why he had