In an instant, as Chen Yu's thunderous voice echoed across the northern frontier, figure after figure slowly emerged from beneath the billowing, sky-darkening clouds above the territory of the Great Tang State!
There were a good three hundred of them. Although they could not compare to the thousand-plus ancient gods of the Western Divine Realm, they still constituted a formidable force.
Leading them was none other than Divine Lord Kunwu, and standing beside him was a middle-aged man carrying an ancient black sword on his back. The man's eyes were sharp as blades, his posture upright and proud; sensing a worthy opponent, the black sword on his back hummed in resonance.
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