Bang! Bang! Bang…
As the Nation Armaments madly collided with terrifying power, explosions continuously sounded out, and the sky continued to be torn. The shockwaves turned into berserk gales, and everything in the surroundings had been annihilated.
At that moment, Zhao Fu was still bound by the countless dragon-shaped chains, and he loudly roared as he exploded out with waves of immense power. Soon, the chains and dragon images were slowly being repelled by him.
The faces of the thousand Legatees fell; they were only at a slight advantage because they were restricting Zhao Fu while the Dynasty Legatees attacked with their Nation Armaments. If Zhao Fu broke free from the bonds, the ones who died first would definitely be those without Nation Armaments.
"I, the Legatee of the Dali Kingdom, order all of the Dali Kingdom's Fate to gather into the Dragon Formation!"