"It really is the Holy Spirit!" For some reason, Yang Zhehan inexplicably believed the words of the person in front of him.

"Prepare for battle!" Long Yun waved his arm, and the others immediately returned to their fighting positions.

The enemy was preparing for battle, and Jiang Yuan finally had a moment to properly observe the team.

Yang Zhehan was the oldest member of the team, and as he said, he was the captain of the second expedition team. Besides Yang Zhehan, there was another boy among the remaining members who, while not particularly strong in combat, appeared refined and cultured. Jiang Yuan guessed that this boy was also a member of the expedition team.

As for the rest, Jiang Yuan could basically confirm their identities at a glance. These people were all members of the North City Allied Forces. Their fighting spirit and bloodlust were something only true soldiers possessed. In particular, the image of Long Shan sacrificing himself was still deeply etched in his mind.

There were only nine members of the Northern Allied Forces present here. Including Yang Zhehan and another member of the expedition team, there were only eleven people in total, which was pitifully few.

"If they're here, where are Shangguan Ya and the others? And where are Yanlan and Xiaopang?" Jiang Yuan felt it was necessary to follow the group and make contact, because they might know how to enter the inner hall of the Lord of War's tomb.

His current understanding of the inner sanctum of the Lord of War's tomb is limited to one thing: the Twelve Golden Men. He learned from the Lord of War's true spirit that the Twelve Golden Men have reached the peak of the Spirit level, a level of strength that has already overwhelmed everyone on the current battlefield.

The danger of going to the inner palace can be seen from the twelve golden statues alone, so he needs to be more confident before entering the inner palace.