Under this powerful offensive, enemies fell one after another, the sound of bones breaking resounding continuously, composing a symphony of death.
After this round of fierce attacks, another hundred perished, and the once solid Sword Array was now teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly ready to shatter at any moment.
Xie Zhichuan witnessed the scene, his face growing increasingly somber, the hatred and unwillingness in his eyes burning ever more intensely, as if to devour everything.
He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger and defiance, as if he wanted to tear the heavens and earth apart.
But as he looked at Shi Feiyang's figure, resembling a War God, he felt both awe and fear.
