Wind Dome·Observation Deck Area.
Mo Xiu led the crowd through the distant passage, he ascended the observation deck with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distant pitch-black starry sky, his eyes continuously flickered.
This starry sky directly faced the direction where the Imperial Army was retreating.
At this moment, the officers from Sky Dome City behind Mo Xiu were furiously cursing.
"Damn it, if it weren't for the young master holding us back, I would definitely storm out and give Su Ming a beating, what the hell is he?"
"And all those other legions, what are they good for?"
"A bunch of ingrates, we feed them meat, yet they bite the hand that feeds them, using chicken feathers as arrows."
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At this moment, Mo Xiu slowly turned around to look at his men.
Seeing this, the officers stopped cursing and urgently asked.
"Young master, what do we do now?"
"We can't really stop fighting, can we? The soldiers below will be in upheaval."
