When the first raindrop fell, the war commenced directly!
The overwhelming alien coalition charged like a dark tide, this time it was not a standoff between two armies, nor a probing skirmish.
This time, it was an unyielding charge to the death.
The coalition had already made a solemn promise!
If they could break through the Human Race's Wet Ghost Tower, everyone would be rewarded, and every tribe member participating in the war would be a hero!
The shouts were deafening, making one's ears ring and head spin!
Rumble!
Rumble!
In the depths of the sky, the Grandmasters of the alien coalition were already rushing in like arrows, slicing through the sky again and again.
The pressure from the Grandmasters caused a terrifying, hellish wind to wail, chilling to the bone!
The defense line of Martial Artists standing in the front row was drenched in sweat, having forgotten even to breathe.
