After they released the civilians, Yang Jian ordered the army to head to the wilderness to the north of the Royal Cty.
Darryl also did the same—he told the South Cloud Army to get to the wilderness quickly.
The few hundred thousand soldiers from the South Cloud Army and North Moana Army faced off in the wilderness. The war flags flapped in the wind, and it was the same with the long sabers. Intense killing intent filled the space between the heavens and earth.
The Empress' smooth, jade-like hands clasped tightly as she observed the battle from the top of the city gate. Her delicate face looked worried and tense.
The battle would conclude the South Cloud World's destiny—they had to succeed.
Quincy stood next to Darryl. She had her eyes locked onto Darryl as she prayed.
'Please succeed.'
Meanwhile, on the battlefield in the wilderness.
Yang Jian's figure was suspended in the air; he held a Tri-point Double-edged saber as domineering arrogance filled him.
The next second, Yang Jian focused his eyes on Darryl and sneered, "Young Man, how do you want to die?"
It was apparent that Darryl did not have any chance of winning, no matter if it was a battle between the two armies or a duel. The only difference was that Darryl could have chosen a different way to die.
Darryl smiled after he heard Yang Jian's words. "Yang Jian, you are too confident. Why are you so sure that I will die today? What if I don't?"
"You talk too much!"
Yang Jian snorted coldly. He did not want to say anything else, so he waved his arms. "Listen up! Destroy the South Cloud Army and leave no one behind."
"Kill!"
The few hundred thousand North Moana soldiers made a sky-shattering howl as they charged toward the South Cloud Army.
Darryl did not panic at all. Instead, he shouted, "Listen up! Don't panic. Just do as you were told; try to contain them and don't exert yourself."
That was right; Darryl had issued an order when he summoned the army earlier. He told them not to go all out in the battle. All they had to do was to wait for the volcano to erupt.
The South Cloud Army obeyed Darryl's order. They did not attack the enemy. Instead, they cooperated and tried their best to keep the North Moana Army under control.
"Hey, Young Man!"
Yang Jian looked at Darryl and mocked him coldly, "Stop this meaningless resistance. It's useless. I will win today, and South Cloud Royal City will be mine. You don't have any chance. Just give up!"
Buzz!
Yang Jian waved his Tri-point Double-edged saber, and it made a sound. Then, a stream of golden light launched an appalling attack at Darryl.
F*ck!
Darryl's heart shook when he felt the terrifying attacking power of the stream of golden light. Before he could think about it, he quickly urged his internal energy and summoned his Heavenly Halberd. He placed the Heavenly Halbern horizontally in front of himself to evade the attack!
Darryl had displayed all of his internal energy; he knew Yang Jian's strength well, and he did not dare to let down his guard.
Bang!
The stream of golden light slammed against the Heavenly Halberd—Darryl let out a muffled grunt. His body was thrown about 100 meters away before it fell to the ground heavily.
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