A large group of well-trained soldiers swept in like a plague of locusts, quickly rushing over and dissolving all the attacks made against Ye Ling one by one.
"Northern Liao King, your subordinate arrives late, please forgive my offense!"
The moment Ye Ling's army arrived, every single person knelt on one knee and loudly proclaimed with utmost respect.
They were the most elite warriors under Ye Ling's command, each selected from various legions, truly the cream of the crop within the Northern Liao military.
Each warrior was clad in silver-white armor, wielding long spears, with towering statures and an air of unwavering resolve.
It was clear at a glance that these were men of iron will, each one in a hundred.
"All commanders, heed my order!"
Immediately after, Ye Ling raised his hand high, and figures appeared by his side, each with eyes flashing a murderous intent, emanating a deadly aura.
"Tear these foreign invaders to pieces, leave none alive!"