There were over two hundred venerable fighters on the battlefield, exuding an overwhelming destructive force. If this battle took place in the Great Thousand World, a radius of thousands of miles would have been razed to the ground. But, here on the fringe of the continent, they were free to unleash all their might without restraint.
"Kill!"
"Big brother!"
A mournful cry rang out as a young man with a trace of childishness on his face charged towards a particular spot on the battlefield, brandishing a knife.
There, a Great Zhou general was being killed by two Fourth-Rank Venerables dressed in ragged black. The Great Zhou general was desperately signaling his younger brother not to come closer.
"Don't come, that's an order!"
With that, the Great Zhou general suddenly enlarged himself and with both his hands, speared the two Taoists attacking him.
He made his last noise in this world with a bang!
