Drastic changes on the tundra (1)

This was a path of death. Demons would die in the first minute. The javelins in Zhao Hai's Army were like soul-snatching emissaries, constantly reaping the lives of demons.

Now, the demonic Dragon King was really regretful. He regretted pushing so far in. If they continued fighting like this, he really didn't know how many people would be able to return to the demonic city alive.

The demonic Army he had left behind to defend the city seemed so weak in front of Zhao Hai's Army. They couldn't stop Zhao Hai's Army at all.