At the edge of Cangnan City, the fortress echoed with the sound of artillery fire intermingled with rolling thunder, the vibrations traveling far into the distance.
Inside the Peace Agency, Yun Hexian heard the commotion and let out a long breath. Just as he started to rise, Chen Muye stopped him. "Stay here."
"I'll go." Zhurui pressed his right hand into the air, where a flying wheel slowly condensed in his palm. It was a cross-shaped weapon nearly six feet in diameter, with four crescent-shaped blades.
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