"Level twelve!"
This is a level twelve Holy Land Powerhouse!
Everyone was horrified.
"I said...you can't call it a torrent yet." Lin Ke slowly stepped forward, large drops of magma on the ground. "It's just two streams of water."
Torrent?
Lin Ke had seen the scene where Garoce led the entire Azanen Legion in a charge.
At that time, the opponent was Viscount Mantis, who mobilized fifty thousand troops but couldn't withstand Garoce's charge with a single face-off.
That was the true torrent among torrents.
Even more unimaginable was that this torrent was merely a trait of the former Azanen bloodline.
The turbulent blood of Azanen was of unknown might.
Thinking of this, Lin Ke suddenly felt a surge of indifference.
What was he doing?
In the Mythical Era, Marshal Azanen dominated the battlefields, undefeated over hundreds of battles, guiding the Human Race to survive the attacks from the Holy Life Alliance, then assisted Emperor Gula I in founding the Gula Empire.
And him?
