Sixteen true giant dragons accompanied Marshal Martin, their presence imposing. The moment they appeared, the 300,000-strong army cried out in unison, "Milan—, Dragon—, Sword—, Amethyst—, Orchid—."
Rolling waves of shouts rose to the sky, as if even the clouds above were evading them, making the sky appear a deeper blue. The overwhelming aura of battle and cries reverberated between the Burna Mountain Range behind the Qin City Warriors, their powerful momentum clear for all to see. Marshal Martin, with decades of renown, was not someone easily dealt with.
Marshal Martin silently watched his seemingly incomparable opponents, his heart sighing inwardly. If this scene were part of the impending war, he had full confidence that he could annihilate these foes with the smallest of casualties. However, Ye Yinzhu, that young man under twenty, had disrupted his perfectly laid plans with the most extreme and unique method.