The mountain forest was a scene of utter chaos.
Soldiers of the Northern Garrison Army were locked in a chaotic melee with the experts of the Demon Sect, Barbarian People, and monsters.
War is always cruel, and even more so between Martial Artists. It was a contest of flesh and blood, with every collision powerful enough to shatter mountains—a reality that mortals could never imagine.
One figure on the battlefield stood out in particular. Kuaidong's nine-foot-tall frame was nearly the size of a massive monster, making him a terrifying sight.
Using nothing but the power of his physical body, he slammed into several soldiers of the Northern Garrison Army, reducing them to a bloody pulp. With every move he made, a Xuan Yang soldier fell. There was a reason he had become the Northern Garrison Army's nightmare—a reputation built on a mountain of blood and bone.
"Your opponent is me!"
