Watching the vast Miasma Beast army roll in like a tidal sea.
The people of the Eastern District camp could only feel a wave of despair...
At first, they had thought Chen Ming simply had not returned yet.
But they never expected him to have charged deep into enemy territory, taking on the Miasma Beasts of this entire region alone.
But none of that was important.
What mattered was that Chen Ming was now driving the Miasma Beast army before him, like a torrent of steel sweeping across the land, about to crush toward Qingqiu City.
Anyone unaware of the situation...
Would have thought Chen Ming was some enemy commander.
Big brother, you have the wrong direction!
Are you trying to wipe us out along with them?!
"Is that Chen Ming?"
At the rear, several Saints finally noticed a figure standing in the sky amid the lightning that continuously erupted on the horizon.
"We have to stop him!"
"How can he be so reckless!"
The Saints could no longer concern themselves with anything else.
If the Eastern District was breached by the Miasma Beasts and Qingqiu City fell.
They would be implicated as well.
Never mind battle merits—they would not even get a single hair.
Yet the Eastern District Class Changers at the front line had already given up.
"Too late..."
The Miasma Beast army had arrived, its roars deafening.
Against such a beast tide, all they could do was resist as best they could.
And buy Chen Ming some time.
Just then.
A sharp whistling sound tore through the air.
Purple lightning flickered across the distant Wasteland. With a whoosh, it shot into the heavens and blasted apart vast swathes of mist.
Immediately afterward.
That streak of purple lightning began hurtling toward Qingqiu City.
Before anyone could react.
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