as the qin players were all forced back, the world war had entered a state of garbage.
Zhang Shan and a large group of people were attacking the Black Dragon statue with great difficulty.
He looked at the statue's HP, which was slowly decreasing. After fighting for more than half an hour, he had only managed to get half of its HP.
This wasn't a country war, this was a game.
If this were in reality, many people would not be able to hold on.
f * ck, it's so boring to kill them. Those Qin players are really too much. Why can't they take a fight? it's good to have some more exciting work.
Wind and cloud blade said smugly as he brandished his divine weapon battle axe and continuously attacked the Black Dragon statue.
"F * ck, you can even cut statues for fun? What do we do, the mages who are watching the battle from the outside?"
