"Defeated! We're defeated!"
"Thirty thousand hungry ghosts entered Mingzhou, yet they couldn't seize the destiny of this place. Instead, they were ruined in an instant, all their efforts only served to benefit others!"
As the killing aura on the battlefield shook the heavens and the situation turned into a crushing rout, countless people in Mingzhou City, trembling with fear, abruptly stood upright.
The one at the main altar borrowed Mana from it. Others took advantage of the high ground or rushed to the city walls. They stared wide-eyed at the battlefield outside, utterly shocked, their spirits shattered as if they were dead, unable to believe their eyes.
How could it be like this? Mingzhou was clearly a place of meager power; how could it possess such capability?
Could it be that all our painstaking calculations were for nothing?
