Outside the Holy Ancestor City.
The Heavenly Army's three generals arranged their forces to besiege the city, and their offensive grew increasingly ferocious.
Between heaven and earth, the sound of thunder roared incessantly.
The City Protection Array of the Holy Ancestor City shook wildly and began showing cracks.
In at most another quarter hour, it would not hold.
High in the void, twelve True Lords pressed down from the sky.
Countless gazes converged on Chen Yuan, awaiting his decision.
There were the worries of Li Yunfei and Xiao Yu, and the mockery of Lei Xian of the Snow Demon Clan's Saint and others.
There were the regrets of Upper Sect Elders and the schadenfreude of the major clans.
At the same time, there was the anxiety of his clansmen and their trust.
All these gazes converged into a sea.
And Chen Yuan, he was the center of this ocean, his every move closely watched by countless onlookers.
Just then,
Chen Yuan finally moved.
