Lin Shiwei hesitated slightly in her heart, looking at the Ancient Desolate General kneeling in submission, but didn't rush forward.
After all, all's fair in war.
But before the girl could react, hundreds of Ancient Desolate Soldiers inside and outside the city gate suddenly erupted!
"Hiss..."
"Roar!" Furious roars resounded one after another.
Even though the soldiers had no faces, everyone could sense their anger.
We were prepared to fight to the death—why did our commander surrender first?
The Ancient Desolate Soldiers gripped their sand hammers, furiously hurling them out of the city.
Hundreds of sand hammers blotted out the sky, densely packed, crashing toward the two generals on the battlefield.
"Ha!" The Ancient Desolate General let out a sharp shout, flipped onto his horse, and charged toward Lin Shiwei.
That posture clearly said he meant to break through and rescue his master.
However, was Lin Shiwei's mount not a Dust Spirit Deer? Did she need anyone's help?
