Nearly one hundred thousand besieging forces of Nanshan were boiling over, frenziedly so.
Previously attacking Shi Chun, they were compelled by orders to press on, but now, they were actively pushing to attack, afraid that a moment's delay would be a disgrace. At this moment, even if one could get a finger of Shi Chun, who would dare deny their contribution to Shi Chun's doom?
With this commotion, the news of Shi Chun being wounded and at the end of his rope was no secret, and it quickly spread to the Heavenly Court Team's central hub.
Manxi, staring at the mirror image, occasionally clenched his fist and struck his palm, knowing that anxiety was useless and that apart from ordering a strong attack, there was no other way.
