The foot soldiers of the Heroes raised their swords and shields, silently trampling the mundane earth, colliding head-on with the legion of the Mechanical World. They occasionally stepped into the Spirit Realm, rendering the noisy artillery impotent, and at times charged into the array with a stern posture, piercing the metal armor with their soul blades.
On the frozen snowy mountains, the clash between hot weapons and cold weapons, the confrontation between machines and spectres, formed an indescribable delicate sensation for a moment.
The few people from Dragon Ground City received reinforcements and were transferred to a safe zone, watching the battle of the Hero soldiers from a distance. They couldn't help but click their tongues and said:
"Where did these people come from..."
"Turn left out of the east gate of Newbie Village, find a small stream, and climb upstream. You'll find it,"
Cumin Powder casually said:
"It's not that far, only four kilometers in a straight line."
