"Raise the shield! Draw the sword!"

The purgatory lords roared one by one. For a moment, the blood knights put their shields in front of them and pulled out their sharp swords with their right hands. The sword light was blazing, and a nearly three-meter-long bloody death sword aura was stirred up. They walked neither fast nor slowly, just slowly.

The slow approach makes people feel an extremely strong sense of oppression, as if mountains are crushing them.

"finally come……"

Luo Ning walked out of the tent with a long sword in hand, his eyes filled with fighting intent, and said: "Xia tribe warriors, prepare to fight! Spears and shields, go up!"

"Fight!"

"Form up!"

Many generals roared angrily. The elite war cavalry of Babel Tower were well-trained and quickly formed a battle formation in front to protect Frost Dragon Ridge. I also held the divine sword against the front line and raised my head to glance at Xia Chuan.

Said: "Give me the order to order the dragon cavalry formation to attack freely while ensuring your own safety!"

"Yes, Lord Commander!"

A group of dragon knights roared past. Before the Infernal Legion launched their offensive, a round of dragon flames washed the ground. Suddenly, huge pillars of flames raged among the crowd of the Army of the Dead. The flames swept through the ice and snow, overturning a group of blood knights.

Burned to death, the light emitted by the dragon sword and dragon gun is even more murderous.
Chapter completed!