C190 Make a soldier out of a pen

To the capital, this day was like the end of the world.

Although the battlefield was chosen to be high in the sky, the eruption of the Divine Weapon of King Dao s, the terrifying aura fluctuations, and the aftermath of the massacre, each strand, strand, and strand, were all as heavy as Mt. Tai, and as cold as an icy cavern deep in hell.

People were trembling, their souls trembling