Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong!
One of the mummy's claws and two of its huge legs kept working like three invincible battle swords. Each time it waved its limbs, a few lives were lost. The God Thearchs were no different from mud. The mummy could easily strike them to death. It was really like a ferocious tiger; it was not a force to be reckoned with!
Swish! Swish!
Even so, the Lion Dragon Army kept charging at Jiang and the mummy. This was an extremely powerful army in the Dao Clan. Under their leader's command—even if they had to fight until they had one man left standing, they would not back down.
"Get lost!"