Within the army formation of the Great Yu Court, the three Divine Generals were the first to strike, launching a group attack skill.
Under the assault of seemingly illusory yet real torrents, boundless falling leaves came howling, crashing with a low wail.
It covered the sky and earth.
In mid-air, the aura of slaughter invaded the heart, and the heavenly soldiers and generals, countless and seemingly endless, shouted in unison.
Even with Zhou Ping'an's Tiger Talisman blessing, his troops couldn't help but pause slightly, feeling a chill all over.
As soon as the enemy took action, it was like a natural disaster.
It made one feel deep down that no matter how you resist, it's a road to certain death, a sense of despair.
At the same time, under layers of illusions, tens of thousands of powerful crossbows fired in unison, like muffled thunder, with tens of thousands of arrows already shot in front of them.
"After all, it's bound to be a hard fight."
