The scene changed. The Niko Empire's army kept shrinking their defensive line and retreating in an orderly manner.
Two hundred Dragon Warriors and Battle Dragons stood at the forefront of the battlefield in frustration.
If not for the Dragon Warriors restraining them, these two hundred fifth-grade giant dragons would have charged at the Magical Beast Army.
In their eyes, these low-level Magical Beasts had seriously challenged the dignity of the Dragon Race. Even if they were only Drakes, they would still protect the dignity of the Dragon Race.
At this moment, all the Magical Beast Army had crossed the dividing line. The Niko Empire's army could not retreat any further. They could only fight with their backs against the wall.
It was as if the advancing Magical Beast Army had received an order, and all of them stopped in their tracks and stopped flapping their wings, waiting quietly.
Swoosh!
The Magical Beast Army in the sky and on the ground moved in unison. They parted to the sides at the same time, opening up a path.
This action shocked all the soldiers present. They could all see that these Magical Beasts had not undergone strict training, but they were even more disciplined than a regular army.
They couldn't imagine what kind of existence could make them submit in such a manner.
All the soldiers of both armies looked at the path that had opened up between heaven and earth.
They saw Zhang Xing, dressed in a black robe, standing on a white dragon's head. He slowly flew out of the path.
All the soldiers of the Wan Wu Kingdom could not suppress the excitement in their hearts. They could only feel their blood rushing to their heads.
Their noses twitched, and tears burst out uncontrollably.
These tears represented a kind of emotion. Those who had not been on the battlefield would not be able to understand it. Those who had not experienced the friendship between comrades would not be able to understand it. Those who had not experienced the test of life and death would not be able to understand it.
Zhang Xing was the embodiment of these emotions. This was because every soldier and every general would imagine themselves to be that person!
This was the hero complex in everyone's heart!
To worship or be worshipped!
When everyone was in despair, everyone hoped that they had the power to turn the tide. They all hoped that they could stand up and save everyone in danger.
But that was just their imagination. There was no such person in history. At least, there was no such person in their knowledge.
And Zhang Xing's appearance made the hero in everyone's hearts a reality.
"Zhang Xing!
Zhang Xing!
Zhang Xing! "
Low and resolute voices came from the hearts of the soldiers. As more and more people joined in, a portion of them added another action.
Every time they shouted, they stamped the ground with their right foot.
"Zhang Xing!"
Boom!
"Zhang Xing!"
Boom!
"…"
There were less than a hundred thousand people left, including the supreme commander, Pratt, the patriarchs of the major families, the guild leaders, and the generals. They raised their hands and joined the cheers.
In an instant, Zhang Xing's name resounded in the air above the battlefield, as well as the clattering of the soldiers' armor and the rumbling of the earth.
Zhang Xing was also an iron-blooded man of flesh and blood. He was also deeply moved by such a hot-blooded scene.
In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the words' protect the country '. Although he wasn't born and raised in the Ten Thousand Martial Country, he could feel this sentiment from every soldier.
He felt that he would rather die standing than live on his knees.
He wasn't a war maniac, nor was he ambitious. He didn't want to use the power in his hands to expand his territory and become some otherworldly emperor.
He just wanted to raise a few dragons in peace and see this magical world.
But some people just didn't want him to have peace. Then they wouldn't have peace either. At most, they would fight. Who's afraid of who!