Watching the figure of Chen Tang charging forward, the crowd's expressions were complex, a sense of tragic grandeur rising in their hearts.
This figure seemed so insignificant, like a praying mantis raising its arms before the Barbarian Race's grand army, pitiful yet laughable.
But on the city walls, no one could laugh.
Such fearless, unwavering momentum seemed incomparably grand, rendering them somewhat insignificant in comparison.
"Sigh, this prince truly is something. Why bother?"
"The Barbarian Race's army has come south with great momentum, intending to seize the Divine Land, unstoppable. How could one person contend against them?"
On the hillside beside the Celestial Pass, Li Zhongmou, Li Shuhu, Changsun Ming, and Murong Haitang led a hastily assembled group of hundreds, lying in ambush, just waiting for Chen Tang's command.
These hundreds were mixed in quality, with little actual combat power.
Being able to follow orders was already rare.
