"Or... perhaps the master is hidden in the enemy camp and has yet to make a move." Yuan Feng tried to find an answer.
Zhao Shixiong thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Instead of guessing, why not find out for ourselves!"
With that, he extended his right arm, and a heavy black great guan sword was forcibly drawn out from the air waves!
The Southwest "Skinny Tiger," with bristly whiskers and not a towering figure, laughed heartily: "Gongsun, beat the drums for your father! Commander Yuan, cover Zhao in formation!"
The voluptuous woman with dual swords on her back remained silent, swiftly heading to the nearby war drums, Gongsun held the hammer, stretching his body in the night light:
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Amidst the drumbeats, Zhao Shixiong bent his knees and sunk his waist, wielding the Soul-breaking Blade, he leaped through the air!
Charging straight at the enemy's main camp!
"The general is entering the formation!"
