Lester fought fiercely against the two, but he was slowly losing ground as the battle continued.
Fire Spear General was the main combatant, while Death Arrow General provided support with his timely arrow shooting.
'Dammit! This old man's defense is too strong! I can't even go through him!' Lester wanted to take down the archer first, but the old man held him back. He was like a tough nail, difficult to pull out.
Meanwhile, on another part of the battlefield, Fredrinn was also facing his own troubles. In front of him was the rumored army commander of the Blue Mountain Army, Markelle Duskhill.
At this moment, this powerful martial practitioner was staring at him cold piercing gaze. "You must be Fredrinn…"
"And you must be Markelle Duskhill. You don't look like much." Fredrinn nonchalantly said.
Markelle's face stiffened as rage welled up in his heart. "Your arrogance knows no bounds." He snorted.
