C1164 The Might of the Formation!(1)

Qiao Gao steadied his breath, his eyes sharp with determination, and his brow furrowed with fighting spirit.

“Yes!”

Boom!

On the crimson Grand Canyon, a battle drum was struck on a sword that seemed to pierce the heavens. The drumbeat resonated like an ancient melody, awakening heroic spirits as majestic phantoms slowly emerged, growing ever more radiant.

“Clang, clang