"Hehe, hehe." Zhan Beiye was overjoyed, and his smile was a little silly.
"Let's go. I'll cook some good food for you."
…
The next morning…
Accompanied by the sound of horns, Ming Fucheng led his army to the city wall along Zhanling Empire's border.
There were all kinds of wars between two countries in a world of cultivation. However, Ming Fucheng arrived ready with a new trick today to destroy the Zhanling Empire's border in one fell swoop before capturing Zhan Beiye.
The demonic beasts on the front lines prepared to attack the city wall.
The ground shook under their footsteps, and even the city wall looked like it was swaying.
"Zhan Beiye, today—"
"Your Highness, a person is hanging from the city wall."
Before Ming Fucheng could finish his ruthless declaration, he heard his deputy general speak.
"Do I need you to tell me? You think I can't see it?" Ming Fucheng glared at the deputy general.
