862 Weakening

Prince Zuoxian said a few more words, but Fang Xingjian did not give any reply at all. Countless people in the Imperial Capital also sighed, feeling certain that Fang Xingjian was at his wits' end with nothing else up his sleeves.

The vortex, which formed in the sky because of the amassing martial will, became increasingly terrifying. Layers and layers of light continued to be swallowed and released within it, and both the rays of light and space became distorted just like a black hole encompassing the city. Everyone in the Imperial Capital felt apprehensive.

Sally's gaze was dark, while Richard lowered his head and sighed, feeling aggrieved about the impending natural disaster.

Concurrently, the many Sacred Generals said together, "It's ready."

Prince Zuoxian's eyes also lit up. The accumulated martial wills of the 14 people had reached a limit that was still within control.

"Take action!"