"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
As far as the eye could see, it was all weapons.
Under the formation specifically improved by Qi Yuan, the army pushed forward like a torrent of steel, surging toward the flat plains.
A hundred thousand men, like celestial soldiers, swept all before them, no one could withstand them.
After all, this new formation, created by all the powerful figures of the wind realm, has been improved by Qi Yuan to rectify its flaws.
The formation's strength far exceeded the ones previously used in the attack on Ningtuo.
They surged forward, sweeping everything away.
Qi Yuan stood in the void, his red robe even more vivid than blood.
A lazy expression on his face: "This is what you call... being in the game."
Now, he finally experienced the thrill of being a top player.
His minions continued to sweep across the battlefield.
He didn't even need to lift a hand.
Compared to the fierce battles in the desolate land, this was incredibly easy.
