A single person, facing their army of tens of thousands, actually killed two thousand of them. What kind of terrifying existence is this?
"He's dead, he must be dead. With so many bombs, he has no place to escape, finally, he has fallen!"
A junior officer shouted.
Immediately, tens of thousands of soldiers cheered, feeling like a group clearing a bottle, finally breaking through, a great weight off their hearts.
But the cost of this breakthrough was somewhat heavy.
"Master, where are you? You must still be alive, right?"
These soldiers had already forgotten to stop Little Yue, letting her rush into the vast dust filling the sky.
They didn't believe that anyone could survive such a terrifying bombardment.
Unless they were a god! They firmly believed there were no gods in this world!
The smoke across the sky gradually dissipated. Everyone widened their eyes, eager to immediately see the scene in the dust.
They wanted to know whether this young man was still alive!
