Like a giant pair of pliers clamping down hard on something, the Blood River tumbled toward the lords of Pale Moon Marquis' camp in no time.
When the lords first saw the Blood River appear, they felt somewhat astounded before the suppression took effect. Woosh! At this moment, their bodies forcibly sank down, and the weaker ones among them nearly fell off their feet.
"Gosh!"
"How is this possible?"
"This is..."
The lords of Pale Moon Marquis's camp were stupefied. All they could feel at present was that an unfathomable strength was suppressing them, as if miring them deep. Their bodies were heavily locked down.
"What a frightening Realm."
The lords of Drifting-blood Marquis' camp were also shocked. Though the Blood River did not suppress them, they could perceive that its suppressive force was extremely strong. They thus cast bewildered looks toward Jian Wushuang.
