The ultimate blossoming of deadly swordsmanship, the ferocious war axe that laid waste to cities and armies, converged here!
Boom!
The aftermath splashed like two armies clashing, the splashed shockwave crushed the surrounding debris and petals, leaving dust and life as the only bright colors on the battlefield. Long Yuan was knocked back by the billowing smoke, his leather shoes leaving two marks on the ground.
"Truly a battle of ten thousand armies." Le Huai turned his head to avoid the flying stones and put his hands back into his beach shorts pockets.
Long Yuan exhaled a long breath; compared to an unexpected twist in a foolproof plan, he was more concerned about the four Mages in front of him.
Three Rainbow Holy Grails, one Dull Holy Grail.
