Xia ping 'an, who had rushed out of the formation, was on the verge of collapse. His face was charred black, and the Saint weapon armor on his body was gone. He looked like a person who had just rushed out of a fire, and most of his clothes were burned. It was as if he had just survived a bloody battle. As soon as he came out, he spat out a mouthful of blood. With a wave of his hand, the formation turned into a formation disk and fell into Xia ping' an's hand. However, the formation disk seemed to have been severely damaged.
Your Highness, after I've won the battle for another 10 days, I will continue to set up the battle formation here. If you have the guts, let's continue to fight. Xia Pingan said in an extremely weak voice as he spurted out another mouthful of blood. Closely after that, he flew towards the human army without waiting for any response from the Army of Shadow Demons.
