In September, after wiping out or accepting the surrender of the rebels on Dongting Lake, the Great Ming-Southern Liang allied forces swiftly encountered Great Ying's invading main naval force upstream. Each side numbered fifty thousand, filling the riverbanks as they faced off between Zhijiang and Songzi. For a time, the whole world was shaken.
For everyone knew what this meant-the realm was divided into four, and none were stronger than Great Ying and Great Ming. The Exorcising the Dragon Gang and Guanlong, the two military and political entities behind them, were destined to erupt into all-out war, so this suddenly appeared far from both sides
"Today, the Ling Lineage broke with its usual ways and actually joined forces with its sworn enemy, the Dark Organization. What does that mean? Does Master Murong still not understand?" Wei Feng lifted his teacup, blew gently across it a few times, and began drinking.
As his words drifted into the night, another ice-blue streak of sharp light plunged from midair, landing thirty feet before Gong Yuyue. Amid a flash of icy light, it took human form.
Qi Bi did not look at him, merely turning toward the snow filling the sky. Within this dense snowy mist, the outline of Sitting in Oblivion Peak flickered in and out of view, far more mysterious and boundless than usual.
Although all five opponents were late-game characters, once Cao Hong and Mengsun Linglong died, the remaining three enemies did not dare initiate a team fight rashly. They could only watch as their side took down the top-lane turret and barracks.
"Hand, I'll call him right now and have him come over." After speaking, Chen Baoguo went outside and made the call.
While everyone in the Zhang Lineage was immersed in the joy of the old man safely surviving