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"Yes!" "Commander!"

Several hundred wyverns flew in all directions, searching for traces of the Winged Dragon Holy Light Mage.

On the other side, Zhao Yun was lying prone beside the city wall. Through the window, he was measuring the angle.

"Are the self-propelled cannons in place?"

"Captain, we have reached the designated location!"

"Good!" A dense formation, a long snake formation