Wei Yuan was already waiting at the border early. He saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance, covering the sky and earth, the momentum was extremely grand. The roars of the giant beasts were like thunder, coming from afar, one after another.
The sound could be heard from dozens of miles away, indicating that this was a group of Dharma Form Giant Beasts.
The Qingming Garrison, having seen such grand scenes before, immediately took their positions in the bunkers, ready for battle.
Amidst the roars of the giant beasts, a steel war chariot charged out of the smoke and dust, crashing to the ground like a mountain. Even though Wei Yuan stood at a distance, he could genuinely feel the tremor.
With a high-pitched roar brimming with primal wildness from the giant beast, the war chariot bristling with spikes lifted, revealing twelve pairs of sturdy, powerful hairy legs. It then began to stride forward in large steps, galloping!
