The very same words came from different mouths, not even ten breaths apart!
As Great Yuan's previously overbearing supreme expert, Meng Chixing of the Demon Sect, was cleaved out of the sky by a single sword strike, a brief silence fell over the battlefield.
Then everyone erupted.
"The Director?!"
"The Director has emerged from seclusion!"
"Greetings, Director!"
"The Director's divine might is unrivaled under heaven!"
On Red Dragon City's walls, Cao Shaoqin, Ding Xiu, and the other West Depot and Embroidered Uniform Guard experts shouted excitedly, unconcealable fervor and reverence suddenly rising in their eyes.
Nearby, Lei Qianhu, Zhuo Donglai, Su Can, and the other martial artists were also astonished. Once they recovered, they were all exhilarated.
"It's Lord Yu!"
"Greetings, Lord Yu!"
On the Ming side, everyone who knew Yu Huatian felt their spirits lift at that moment. As though they had found their backbone, the army's morale soared.
"Lord Yu is here!"
"Kill them!"
"Slaughter these jackals!"
Sun Chuanting, Sun Chengzong, and the other Ming Army commanders looked exhilarated as they shouted their orders.
The fighting instantly grew fiercer.
On Great Yuan's side, by contrast, the expressions of many experts within the Yuan army grew grave.
Behind the army, at the central command post.
Si Hanfei, Feng Xinglie, Li Chimei, and the other Great Yuan experts stared fixedly at the white-robed figure in the distant sky, their expressions grave and their eyes full of wariness.
Beside Si Hanfei stood Yan Fei, Ba Shiba, and Pang Ban.
There was also another middle-aged man wearing a long blue-green robe.
His long hair draped over his shoulders, and his hands rested behind his back. A profound, icy majesty emanated from him. He was none other than Yan Fei's father, the Demon Mentor Mo Yiming!
"This man is Yu Huatian?"
Gazing