The Grand Pavilion Master of Shuhai Pavilion shouted.

All warriors are working hard.

But if the reinforcements don't come, it will seem like they are stubbornly resisting, and sooner or later they will die.

The palace's defense has reached its limit.

How long it can last, no one knows.

"A group of people who don't know whether to live or die, still try to resist stubbornly, and are shameless."

Lei Ying sneered and said: "Let me tell you the truth, the people you sent to the northern border have been killed, so your reinforcements will never arrive.

And tell me something you don’t like to hear.

So what if that person reaches the northern boundary?

What can today's Tyrant Empire use to compete with us?"

What!

When everyone heard Lei Ying's words, they felt a little sad.

Could it be, is it really the final moment of life and death?

Is there really no hope at all?

So sad.

No one wants to die.

There is a little bit of hope, even a tiny bit, that is hope.

But now, hope seems to be completely gone.

"Who said the Northern Territory won't send people?"

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the void in the distance.

A black spot quickly grows in size.

The sound was like thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield.

"Who! Stop quickly!"

The warriors from the Dragon Temple army blocked Ling Xiao's way.

Ling Xiao showed a cruel smile: "Reinforcements from the north are coming."

"Boy, who do you think you are? How dare you call yourself reinforcements from the northern border?

The Northern Territory sent you to die, right?"

The speaker was a warrior from the White Bone Demon Sect, looking at Ling Xiao with a mocking look.

Obviously, such a young person cannot be considered a master.

Even if you have talent, it will take a long time to realize it.
Chapter completed!