"What a joke. Even a thousand pigs shouldn't die so quickly," Zou Shuang said as he turned around and looked down the mountain in shock.
Amidst the flood of people, a tiny figure jumped behind the army like a god of plague. Every time he landed, the surrounding martial artists would instantly fall to the ground or explode on the spot.
"Are those idiots doing nothing? Don't they know how to use their momentum to counter each other and cancel out the other party's momentum…" Zou Shuang narrowed his eyes as he looked at the fallen Sacred Heart disciples.
At this rate, he would probably become a commander without any soldiers before he could get rid of the bone pattern realm warriors of the Nine Dragons sect.
