Along the way, amid the impact, dozens of Wei Wu Soldiers either had broken arms or legs, yet not a single scream of agony was heard, only the sound of frantic roars.
And Ji Mingyue, wielding a sword, moved with it, the sword leading the intent.
A serene bright moon seemed to manifest before him.
As her petite figure passed by, the heads of dozens of men exploded simultaneously, and on the west side, a black warrior holding double spears suddenly had a transparent bloody hole in his heart.
This man's double spears danced wildly, accompanied by an excited roar, as if the wounds on his body didn't exist. The momentum of the spears created a gust of wind, encapsulating Ji Mingyue within, the clanking sounds as dense as urgent rain.
