C783 Below Beiyang City

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Bai Qi put away the map.

On the plains, a thousand Mystical Armor Army s were like a group of dark clouds that had stopped on the ground, quietly confronting the enemy forces on the Beiyang City.

No one said a word, but a solemn and oppressive aura continued to rush up the city walls