Berserk Linglong

"Crazy. She's just crazy."

The black-robed old man roared from the bottom of his heart in fear as he looked at the bloody scene. He had never seen such a fierce loli in his thousands of years of cultivation. She was a complete lunatic.

Whose little loli was this? Did anyone care?

The black-robed old man's heart was like dead ashes as he watched the million-strong army weaken at an extremely fast speed. He knew that if this continued, even if he won this battle in the end, he would not be able to escape the judgment of the Torch Dragon. He fell into deep fear when he thought of Torch Dragon's torture.

"No… I would never let such a thing happen."

His eyes gradually became fierce, gloomy, and cold. No one knew what he wanted to do. Everyone's attention was on the bloody battlefield.