The vanguard forces alongside Sloan were caught off guard and thrown into chaos amidst screams, suffering heavy casualties!
Sloan turned pale in shock, clamping his legs tight, and rose from the wide bear's back, swinging the long whip in his hand to slash through the pouring rain of arrows!
However, the whip in his hand was only four to five meters, easily stopping arrows aimed at himself, but covering the entire front army was a pipe dream.
The rain of arrows showed no sign of stopping.
Wave after wave fell from the sky, continuously harvesting his Green Forest Army soldiers while simultaneously instilling fear with the shriek of death.
Watching his brothers, shot into porcupines one after another, collapse onto the ground, Sloan's eyes bulged, his jaw clenched tightly, emitting a grinding noise.
These cowardly mice who dare only to ambush!
He raised his right arm high, shaking the whip in the air, emitting a thunderous explosion, while roaring at his chaotic subordinates.
