Mammoth
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yang Mi, Zhou Yutong, and Ning Xiaoyue froze when they saw this.
The results of the previous battle had surprised the three of them. They killed 20,000 to 30,000 of the enemy's men in one shot. This way, they could kill the enemy's million men in 40 to 50 shots.
Of course, that would be impossible. No matter how stupid the enemy was, they would not let their army die like this. The soldiers would disagree even if the other lords wanted to do this.
"Sister Mi, the enemy is using their trump card, right?"
Although Zhou Yutong's expression was solemn, she was confident.
Yang Mi's crossed her arms before her chest as she looked up at the dense silver light. She could vaguely see a huge and terrifying figure gradually appearing inside.
"This should be a summoning token. From the aura that it released, it should be at least a legendary Boss. Ruth, Bai Ling, Aileen, can the three of you handle that?"