At the forefront of the hostages' charge were two Eight-Ring Soul Douluos, ten Seven-Ring Soul Sages, and more than twenty Soul Emperors.
Every one of them was an elite among elites. With the frenzied fighting spirit in their hearts bolstering them, how could they possibly give their opponents any chance?
For the past three days, Chen Ping had helped treat their illnesses and heal their injuries, and they had received ample food to restore their strength.
The moment this group charged out of the Water Prison's exit, the outcome was already decided.
However, just as these hostages plunged into the enemy ranks like wolves and tigers, killed the Evil Soul Masters before them, seized their equipment, and began helping the others rake the Soul Engineers with fire to create favorable conditions and gradually eliminate the Soul Engineer Corps before them, an enormous signal flare shot into the sky.
Damn!
For a moment, whether it was He Caitou, Wang Dong, and the others helping the hostages charge at the front, or Chen Ping bringing up the rear without having acted yet, all their expressions grew grave when they saw the signal flare launched from North City Wall.
Mingdu lay north of Rising Sun City, so any reinforcements from Mingdu would certainly reach North City first.
The launch of this signal flare meant that Huo Yuhao and Ji Juechen at North City Wall could already see Mingdu's reinforcements. Even if Huo Yuhao's eyesight far surpassed an ordinary person's, how far away could those reinforcements still be?
Five kilometers? Ten?
"Heh heh heh. Your teammates in North City sent you that signal flare, didn't they? Let me see where you can run before the reinforcements arrive!"
Nether Thunder Douluo's voice boomed like exploding thunder, and deathly white yin lightning resembling strings of bones