The Second Commander was dead set on breaking through. No matter how heavy the losses, he had to push forward. Otherwise, if his suspicions were correct, the Divine Palace contingent led by Qing Zhu would be in grave danger.
Faced with the Second Commander's desperate gamble, Lin Yun didn't back down. The Commander had to break through, and Lin Yun had to hold the line. This battle would decide the victor. If they could annihilate Qing Zhu's contingent, the Demon Palace would finally have the strength to face the Divine Palace head-on.
"Brothers, let them taste the fear of Hell!..." Lin Yun roared with laughter, his spear piercing through a Divine Palace Warrior's throat.
Hearing Lin Yun's roar of laughter, dozens of Demon Palace Warriors erupted in laughter as well. The Spirit Soldiers in their hands seemed to grow even sharper, even more bloodthirsty.
