The rumbling sound of hooves broke the silence on the grassland, causing the setting sun to speed up its descent. He probably didn't want to see the scene of the brothers killing each other.
Weyers sat quietly on his Mount. He wasn't wearing any leather armor, only a cloth robe. His axe was stuck in the grass beside him.
Mendus was dressed in a similar fashion as Weyers. However, he was holding a huge axe in his hand. 400 herculean divine ox Warriors were lined up behind him. All of them were holding weapons in their hands. Behind them was Zhao Hai's undead army.
A black line appeared on the horizon in the distance, surging towards them like a tide. Weyers narrowed his eyes slightly, but quickly returned to normal. Mendus and the others gripped their weapons tightly.
Soon, the sound of the hooves grew louder, and the earth seemed to tremble. However, it didn't affect Weyers and the others. They continued to stand there quietly, and Weyers had even closed his eyes.
