Charlotte's great-grandfather stood in the center of the battlefield, his figure like an insurmountable mountain. Although his body was covered with wounds and his battle robe was stained red with blood, his eyes were still firm and he did not flinch. His presence was like a barrier, shocking all invaders.
"You ants, don't even think about breaking through my defense!" He roared, and his voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. He held the long sword with golden light in his hand, and the sword pointed forward, as if provoking every enemy who dared to challenge him.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Renault's teacher flashed a trace of fear in his eyes. He knew that he could not defeat the old man with his own strength. He decisively asked for help from other directions, hoping to get more support.
"Impossible! How can he be so strong!" Renault's teacher was pale, he had never seen such a powerful force.
