Chapter 847

The scene erupted into chaos as Cirold and the would-be attackers froze in their tracks, caught off guard by the unexpected show of force.

The air filled with the rhythmic pounding of footsteps.

Thud thud thud!!

Cirold and the thugs whipped around to face the commotion, their eyes widening in shock and fear.

Down the road, a sea of at least a thousand soldiers clad in dark uniforms marched in perfect sync, fully armed and bearing down on them with the force of a thunderstorm.

They moved like a massive dark serpent, swiftly encircling Cirold and the thugs, trapping them within their coils.

"Stormwing Riders, reporting for duty, Commander!" they bellowed, their voices thundering through the streets around the Oceanic Hotel.

Those Stormwing Riders, each one battle-hardened and bristling with weapons, exuded a fearsome battle-readiness earned through countless brutal conflicts.

As the Stormwing Riders took their positions, panic set in among Cirold and the thugs. They stared, terro