"Humans, dare to enter our Beastman territory, you won't leave here alive today."
Du You moved quickly, but he ultimately plunged into the midst of these Beastman troops. Although the Beastmen didn't adopt a battle formation, a regular army wouldn't have been dumbstruck if someone stormed into their ranks.
Du You looked back at the shattered Magic Gathering Cannon, it was completely useless now, reduced to a pile of scrap metal.
He had no intention of picking it up. After the cycle of the world, these things would disappear.
At this time, the Death Scorpion, carrying the desert realm and desert storm, was at the foot of Du You. The surrounding winds swept everything aside, leaving only Du You untouched. Anything else was within the range of the sandstorm attack.
The weaker ordinary cannon fodder troops didn't dare enter into the sandstorm. They wouldn't last a minute in the storm, getting covered with wounds and dying.