"Bullshit! We forgers are not weaker than you. If you can kill enemies, so can we!" the forgers of the Huaxia Pavilion roared with tears in their eyes.
The people on the frontline were already on the verge of collapse. Blood was already staining their bodies.
But no one retreated.
Even before they died, they desperately protected the forgers of the Huaxia Pavilion.
"Kill! Kill all of those bastards!" Shi Songtao roared and charged at the front.
He was not good at fighting to begin with. Even with the protection of a divine weapon, he was quickly injured.
But he didn't seem to notice. He continued to roar and brandish the sword in his hand.
"None of you will survive. All of you will die!" roared a Nomological realm expert of the Xuan Ming Heavenly Kingdom as he struck out with his palm.
The boundless power crushed dozens of human martial artists into a bloody mess.
