"Your Majesty?!"
Hearing Arthas's wild laughter and gazing at the undead blanketing the hills and plains, Jian Shang stood somewhat dazed. Chengshalina hesitated, then steeled herself and called out. She said nothing more, but her meaning was clear.
Closing a fissure in the earth with one punch was indeed an intimidating feat that shook the battlefield. But it was only a cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood. Better to conserve his strength!
"Ah..."
How could Jian Shang fail to see what everyone else could? He gave a rather helpless inward sigh, straightened, and stared intently at the figure on the wall before issuing a solemn order:
"Pass down my decree: hold your positions. We need only weather the cataclysmic tide!"
As he spoke, Jian Shang was also considering the possibility of killing Arthas.
As the saying went, great skill bred great courage. With Jian Shang's cultivation and strength, he naturally dared charge into San Francisco Royal City alone and assassinate Arthas to stop the undead cataclysm.
But would it work? Was the United States Region's foremost hero a fool?
Arthas could not possibly be unaware of the Huan Emperor's terrifying strength. Since he dared appear so openly, he certainly had something to rely on. There was a very good chance another trap was waiting for the Huan Emperor to jump into!
"Hmph! It's just a scare tactic. These piles of bones and rotten flesh are useless, no matter how many there are! Even if we let them attack without fighting back, never mind us-they couldn't even kill those Special Legions..."
Seeing the Huan Emperor's solemn expression and heavy mood, Di Wushuang snorted and spat out those words with feigned disdain.
Then she stamped her right foot against the ground. Ripples of power spread through the earth, shaking