"Roar!"
Fanli had long lost track of where his axe went, but at this moment, he had no way out, for behind him were the soldiers of the Yan Army charging forward. Even if there were a sea of fire ahead, he could only grit his teeth and push forward.
However, Fanli had no intention of retreating. Today, he was determined to perform well and protect the little red flag he received last round!
He grabbed two corpses from the ground and used them as a shield in front of him, then charged forward once again.
Truthfully, he was already very tired, but his barbarian bloodline gave him enduring stamina.
"Bang!"
Fanli, like a massive iron tank, flung himself once more, toppling a bunch, but this time, two long lances pierced into his abdomen.
