After hearing the upper and lower strategies, Liu Xiaolou made his choice at once. "No need to choose. The upper strategy won't work."
Yuan Huazi quickly understood as well. His face turned from purple to white as he looked toward the distant woods, panic creeping into his eyes.
Two more oppressive auras had appeared in the forest, indicating that the other side now had three Golden Core cultivators.
"Please, Sect Master Liu, send a talisman to call for reinforcements!"
"Within two hundred li, I'm afraid there's no one we know who can receive the talisman. Do you have anyone?"
"In any case, we have to try." "Heh heh, beauty, you really are here." Dou Ji smiled at Jun Yiyao, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed again and again.
Like Xu Feng, nearly forty thousand Qin Army soldiers in the camp were ignoring the cries of battle outside and sleeping soundly.
"I..." Faced with the sensual temptation rushing at her, He Yao's breath caught, and she nearly blurted out a curse.
Seeing the perfectly good scene suddenly turn into people egging him on to rebel, Lin Zhao frowned slightly and raised a hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
The moment they encountered the Northern Song Army, whose morale was soaring and whose soldiers were like wolves and tigers, they were routed in a single battle.
Seeing that his attacks were ineffective, Lostol brandished his greatsword with both hands and brought it crashing down upon Zhao Canyang.
The other Lightning Mages seized the opportunity to use "Instantaneous Transfer," evading all of Zhao Canyang's attacks.
The people who had been trying to fathom Delote's intentions immediately widened their eyes and began arguing with him.
Although Zuo Yifei had learned the likely cause of Xiao Ling's headaches, he still did not dare