This sense of distance made Su Yingxue's heart uncomfortable and suffocated.
By the third day, Saint Ruan's poison had run out, and they had to go out to fight.
But this battle was between the five of them and tens of thousands of soldiers, and without knowing whether there would be reinforcements, so each unleashed extraordinary fighting power.
They fought for half a day, and their physical strength gradually began to dwindle.
Behind the enemy's neat phalanx, the rumbling sound of wheels came.
The crowd parted to make way for a man clad in black armor, with a large cape fluttering in the mountain breeze, appearing on a chariot driven by a soldier.
He was tall and robust, exuding an impressive majesty, clearly a man of no ordinary status.
And he recognized Chu Yihan.