Suddenly, a roar erupted from Changfeng City, like a rolling thunder, echoing over the battlefield where tens of thousands from the two armies were locked in combat, causing the Cyan Cloud Army to change color in shock.
The source of the sound was a slender man, pale as a ghost, with features resembling those of a sickly specter. Most striking was his head of wildly dancing white hair and a pair of eyes that were as innocent and bright as a child's, untouched by worldly matters.
"Is that Wang Xuantian?!"
On the battlefield, the soldiers and commanders of the Cyan Cloud, along with the martial artists supporting from various great powers, cast their eyes in an exceptionally solemn manner, and when those eyes finally fell upon Wang Xuantian.
Upon first seeing this legendary fierce figure, pupils contracted sharply and expressions froze with intense doubt, as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.
