The battle on the south gate city wall has come to a halt. The Bimon warriors, teeming with people, threw the corpses of the Sea Clan warriors outside the city. Huge and robust figures leaped off the city walls. For the big warriors of Florence, a city wall twenty meters high is like a four or five-meter high wall for ordinary people.
Liu Zhenhuan wiped the blood off his face in a messy fashion and showed a cruel, grim smile at the tortured Similian, almost fainting from pain. He thrust the iron halberd into the ground without turning his head and stored "Avril Iron Tower" into the Seven-Degree Space with his space ring.
"I'll make a fan out of Similian's ribs!" Liu Zhenhuan returned the "Ice Throne Armor" to its original shape, pulled out a cigar, lit it on a still smoldering corpse, and fiercely blew a puff of smoke at all the Sea Clan members.
A tall knight, as if shooting diagonally out of the misty air, thrust a halberd at his back.
The strike came as quick as lightning!
