On the desolate hill, Li Xiang appeared with his army.
Zhou Yutong's fairy castle was a kilometer away.
Countless ferocious-looking werewolves were crazily attacking the castle. On another battlefield close to the castle, six to seven figures seemed to have transformed into afterimages as they fought, six against one.
Li Xiang looked into the distance. More troops gathered nearby them. From the looks of it, those troops were not under the command of a common Lord.
The number of soldiers in the troop was at least 100,000.
"Heh! They used so many troops to attack a single Zhou Yutong. It seems that they had overestimated her ability."
"Lord, the enemy has moved. Enemies have appeared from all four directions. Their target is us!"
At this moment, troops came from all four directions. The troops that emerged from behind were the closest. They were less than 500 meters away.
