"Kill! For the tribe! For The Leo King!"
Many barbarians 'eyes began to turn red. This kind of red was not only filled with anger, but also sadness. Watching their comrades die one after another in front of them, even those men who were as strong as iron couldn't bear it.
Similarly, the ancient crocodiles also suffered heavy losses. Both sides went mad not long after the battle started. He had completely forgotten about everything and treated his opponent's death as his goal. It was as if he had been possessed.
The cultivators who were watching the battle from afar were shocked by the barbarian's ferocity.
Both sides were like killing machines, reaping each other's lives.
The silver-tier expert from the Barbarian division charged into the swamp and killed ancient crocodiles one after another with a wave of his fist. No one could stop him from stirring up the swamp.
