And this hero has a resounding title—
Elf... Chosen One!
The greatsword in Ye Ye's hand has been stained dark brown by the blood of demons and monsters, and the armor on his body is already riddled with cracks.
The congealed blood on his face made him look somewhat ferocious.
He roared, swung his greatsword, fight, fight...
Commander Li Mu's voice had become hoarse beyond recognition, and one intense background music after another played, even the vibrant guild flags were tattered and broken after the baptism of war.
However, they stubbornly fluttered on, dancing in the wind.
Finally, along with a loud dragon roar, the Demon Monarch hidden within the clouds let out a pained groan.
The dark clouds shrouding the battlefield rolled, and the terrifying figure slowly receded, while from the endless rear of the demon army, came a low horn sound...
