บท 935: Using a Mountain to Imprison a Dragon

The ones breaking through the clouds were Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.

The dust of eighty thousand li had been utterly blown away by the high-altitude winds, but such winds had failed to scatter the weight and solemnity in their eyes.

After leaving Holy Maiden Peak, they had taken a little time to regulate their breathing. However, they had not waited for their injuries to fully recover before rushing over to White Emperor City.

Even as experts of the Divine Domain, they had paid no small price to accomplish this feat. Their complexions were somewhat pale and they seemed rather fatigued.

Standing on the green mountain, Bie Yanghong assessed his surroundings. With the slightest focus, his eyes could clearly make out everything that happened for several dozen li.

Across the river, White Emperor City was in turmoil, a sign that the demi-humans had noticed their arrival and were rushing to mobilize their troops and experts.