Forced Withdrawal of Troops

Zhao Yun unwilling to fall behind, wielded his Silver Dragon Spear, transforming it into a silver true dragon that shot towards the city gate, causing its durability to plummet once more.

Two thousand robust Yellow Turban warriors rushed forward towards the city gate.

With a mighty bronze hammer, the gate's durability quickly dropped to zero within moments.

Bang——

Pfft——

Bang, bang, bang——

The sturdy gate shattered into pieces.

"Charge!"

"The fruits of victory are within sight!!!"

Long Chen drew his Dark Gold Green Candle Sword, swinging out golden dragons.

The defending soldiers who were retreating to defend the city cried out in fear and confusion.

The live broadcast barrage was flooded with comments from netizens.

"6666!!!"

"I thought Dragon Team was being foolish, letting Demon Lord Lü handle that idiotic task, now I see the joke's on me."