Soon, Lu Chao had a clear view of the battle...
Just as he expected, the armies of the Hundred Countries and Lu Dingtian were locked in a bloody struggle before the city walls. From the looks of it, this was the final, decisive battle.
The din of battle also thundered from within the city, but for now, he couldn't see what the situation was like inside.
Lu Chao took a deep breath. He did not immediately enter the battlefield, but instead swept his gaze over Lu Dingtian's forces.
Soon, he found Lu Dingtian.
It was impossible to miss him. Lu Dingtian was currently riding a Demon Wolf—a Demon Wolf with a severed wing.
Of course, it was the one Mo Jing had left for Lu Dingtian, the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf.
One of the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf's wings was the one Lu Chao had severed last time.
But just then, Lu Chao's gaze hardened. "The Lu Dingtian on the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf is a fake."
Cheng Yunsu, who was beside him, froze. 'A fake?'
