Charge the formation?
Charge what formation?
Could it be the grand array just set up by the Human Race Cultivators on the other side, with sword light like a bead curtain? Is that something normal beings can charge into?
In this instant, Wang Wu suddenly understood what the Seek Death Camp meant, realizing they were expected to use their lives to wear down the durability of that formidable-looking grand array.
The Demon Race may lack many things, but they certainly have plenty of cannon fodder.
At this moment, even Bao Dachun's face changed several times, leaving no time for small talk with Wang Wu. He hastily ran away, but soon his figure froze on the spot. Almost all the demons in the Seek Death Camp were the same, and Wang Wu was no exception. A strange feeling surged in his heart, making him extraordinarily angry, eager for slaughter and destruction.
Of course, this feeling lasted only for a second and then dissipated.
