It wasn't because of loyalty. It was because of profit.
The Spirit Hall ran rampant across the Northern Territory, while the Heaven Dou Imperial Family didn't even dare let out a peep. Only King Frost Extreme had killed four Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall.
Luo Shang's injuries had healed long ago, and his Soul Power had broken through to level 96 last year.
He had been waiting.
"Three days from now."
Luo Shang rose to his feet and pulled the Frost Extreme King Armor, which had lain at the bottom of a chest for years, out of the cabinet. The silver-white plates gleamed coldly in the candlelight. He laid the armor on the table, his voice as calm as if he were discussing some trivial matter.
"The war begins."
Three days later, in the Northern Territory.
The beacon fires were lit at the ruins of Frost Ridge City, at the territory's northernmost edge. They swept south, burning across frozen plains, winding rivers, and city after city.
The armies across the Northern Territory responded at the same time.
The generals who had hidden their identities for six years, the soldiers who had endured hardship for six years, and the people of the Northern Territory who had suffered under the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family for six years—
On this day, they all raised King Frost Extreme's banner.
The silver-white Frost Flower Banners snapped in the morning breeze, like flakes of snow drifting down from the sky.
"Long live King Frost Extreme!"
"South! South! March south!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Hooves shattered the frozen earth, and blades flashed with cold light.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers poured out from every corner of the Northern Territory, joining into a silver-white torrent that surged south. They had only one target—the