"How can it be so fierce?"
Exclaimed Er Guotou. Although he wasn't in the army, he understood the abnormal magic within the Path. This sudden scene took him by surprise.
Seeing sweet potato fleeing from Menghu Pass without daring to look back, he first greeted this girl who had just achieved great merit. Turning around, he saw the Futu Army coming out of the city.
One by one, both men and horses were covered in iron armor, blood splashing beneath their hooves, as if they were treading on a Blood Sea. At the center, the God-given King had fresh blood occasionally seeping through the cracks of his armor.
It seemed as if this blood, with him at the center, bound the entire Futu Army together.
As this group charged through the Blood Sea towards the shadowy army, they rushed to the front, where the two five-hundred-man vanguard units on either side of the Three Alliance Armies were quickly engulfed, disappearing without a trace, seemingly before even a scream could escape.
