A fierce battle (1)

Zhao Hai's face was calm as he watched the battle before him. Stone hammer and the others had all taken part in this battle. In addition to the metal Men that Zhao Hai had released, news of the city Lord's group had quickly spread. Of the original fifty people, only a dozen remained, and all of them were injured.

Lord da bei was still resisting the combined attacks of the stone hammer and the iron wire grass. There were already a few wounds on his body, but he still had to fight. He knew very well that he could not run away, so he could only fight. As long as he waited for the tribe's patriarch to return, they would be saved.

A few screams rang out, and the muscles on the city Lord's face twitched a few times. He knew that another subordinate had died. He also knew that there were too many city states of David. The inheritance of more than a dozen generations, the blood, sweat, and tears of more than a dozen generations, had been finished just like that.