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Ye Motian might still be thinking about it, but with a wave of his hand, a golden pattern appeared on his dark red robe. As the dragon flew about, his expression turned malevolent, "Release the arrows for me!"

"Crack, crack, crack ~ ~ ~"

Archers had long been prepared and had been sent to set up their bows on the city wall.

"Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"

As soon as he gave the order