Diwu Qingrou's eyes turned towards Jing Menghun!
Jing Menghun's face suddenly turned pale as he called out, "This is impossible!"
Diwu Qingrou insipidly said, "It can't be impossible if he has shown-up in person." Jing Menghun just stood in a daze with his eyes opened wide in a stare. Diwu Qingrou stood up.
A team of Iron Cloud's soldiers – seated on their horses – were neatly arranged in a formation on the battlefield. Their backs stood erect as they waited in silence.
The strong east wind was blowing the Iron Cloud's army flag up towards the sky. The flag was fluttering magnificently in the wind, and was producing a fluttering sound. This peculiar sound was capable of inciting passion for war in the hearts of those who heard it. The ones who heard this sound felt a murderous desire rise from the depths of their hearts.