On the high platform.
Twelve Red Priests, expressionless, looked at the battlefield below.
Seeing a three-meter-tall snow-white figure wearing a War God mask, each of them frowned, with a bone-chilling murderous intent erupting from within.
Suddenly, the leading Red Priest shouted angrily.
"Are you the War God???"
"Red-robed beasts! What level of intelligence is this? I've been wearing the War God mask for half a day now, and you've only just recognized me. It seems the lessons of the past were not enough!" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.
The movements on his palm did not slow down at all. Each time his hand fell, it would take away the lives of a dozen Shield Knights.
Ripping them apart alive, countless blood rains fell on the ground, absorbed by the Ancient Blood Devouring Array, becoming part of the nourishing materials for the Holy Tree.
