C1492 Prepare to Escape!

Seeing this, Natsume Yang said respectfully, "Many thanks, Lord Yinshimon!"

Then, Natsume Yang turned around and looked at Anbelamon and the other old generals with resentment on their faces. He smiled and said, "Old generals, please give me fifty soldiers each!"

"Boom!"

Hearing Natsume Yang's request, Anbelamon almost spat out a mouthful of blood