Troops Without Constant Momentum
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" Lu Ziyu exclaimed in terror, immediately stepping back.
Long Chen was closing in.
His eyes were cold and piercing. He was never merciful to enemies who sought his life.
With a wave of his Azure Sword, a majestic golden dragon's shadow roared forward.
It was incredibly fast, like an arrow leaving the bow.
However, dozens of dead warriors nurtured by Lu Ziyu stood in front of him.
They blocked this fatal blow!
Although the Azure Sword was extremely sharp, these dead warriors, despite their considerable strength, were shattered like stone and wood under Long Chen's ferocious blow, with a martial power value soaring to 83 (enhanced by the Azure Sword).
The scent of blood splattered onto Lu Ziyu's clothes, causing him extreme panic.
"Today, none of you can escape!" Long Chen said each word with emphasis.