An old man holding a hatchet shouted.

"No, old man, hurry up..."

"boom!"

Zhang Liang, who commanded the remaining seven to eight hundred red-armored cavalry, loudly warned the old man, but before he could finish speaking, the old man was blown into blood mist by a strong wind that swept in from the gap.

"do not come!"

Zhang Liang and Xu Taiping, who saw this scene at the same time, roared in unison, and then began to rush madly towards the group of monsters that broke through the formation.

"boom!"

However, just when Xu Taiping blasted the head of a monster with one punch, his head suddenly became dizzy, and more than a thousand red-armored ghost soldiers behind him also disappeared.

The blood in him was exhausted.

Even the python body cannot support such a huge consumption of blood.
Chapter completed!