"Li Xiang, you are a despicable person who doesn't dare to fight head-on!"
Wang Heng roared furiously, his heart bleeding at the same time.
His Red Flame Nation only had a total of 25 units of flame demon soldiers, and this flood had directly caused him to lose two-thirds of them.
Li Xiang suddenly rushed up with the demon soldiers and shouted coldly, "You want to fight head-on, right? Come, I'll accompany you!"
"Charge!"
The demon soldiers whose morale had skyrocketed roared loudly as they charged toward the flame demon soldiers of the Red Flame Nation.
"Blazing Fire Prairie."
Wang Heng's expression was fierce, but there was not the slightest hint of despair in his eyes.
Although there were only five flame demon soldiers left, in this special terrain, there was a flood below the valley, but the two banks were covered in flames.
