The battlefield had reached a fever pitch, the army of Weilu City like sharp stranglers, violently strangling the demons pouring into Katana.
With the help of the improved industrial system over time, the massive advantage in equipment allowed the army of Weilu City to be securely anchored to the ground, unmoving against the impact of the Demon Legion.
The Tyrant Monarch was clearly unsatisfied, its voice deep and sinister within the blood mist.
"Crawlers, pave the road with your blood and dismembered bodies!"
The spatial rift shook violently, a more powerful tyrant aura surging forth.
The Goddess of Misfortune was also enraged by this scene.
How dare they act recklessly?!
With a cold snort, the black and red Demon Flower wantonly bloomed in the sky, forcibly suppressing the opponent's strength.
The power of the ancient Divine Spirit was fully revealed at this moment.
