"Hmm? What was going on? Why are there only 21 enemies?"
Old Mondo stood on the city wall with a look of disbelief."Could it be that the enemy wants to use these twenty-one people to block our sixty high-level battle generals and two million soldiers? This is impossible!"
"Our generals range from three-star earth-god to five-star earth-god! Among the soldiers, there are 500000 two-star earth-god level, and 1.5 million one-star earth-god level!"
"With so many people, even if they don't fight back and only defend, it's enough to exhaust the spiritual energy of these twenty-one people and their own true core strength! Unless ..."
As old Meng was calculating the trend of the battle, he was suddenly stunned. His pupils couldn't help but contract, and his whole body trembled."Unless, the enemy's twenty-one people have an absolute advantage in battle strength! One wave ... Flat-out?"
"Woof! Buzzzzzz! Buzzzzzz! Whoosh!"
