Stomp!
Countless footsteps stepped into the Western Region, and Azak first looked at the vast land in the distance with hatred, then turned his head to look behind him with a smile.
"Sir Anwar, this is the territory of the Bloodline Tower."
"Yes." The white-robed Warlock nodded calmly and looked around.
Three Germinal Warlocks followed him from both sides and behind him were hundreds of thousands of Warlocks under the Hamis family, including hundreds of fourth-circle Warlocks.
For this war, the Hamis family chose to mobilize most of their forces.
After all, this time was different from the past. If this dragged on for a long time, it would be a disaster for them. Therefore, they had to resolve it quickly and then recuperate.
"Sir, the Bloodline Tower's defensive line should be a few dozen kilometers ahead. What should we do?" At this moment, a Warlock flew over and asked the white-robed Warlock, Anwar.
"Directly crush it!"
