The deformed freaks dressed in opera costumes and painted in stage makeup stood there and began to sing, as though this were not a battlefield where life and death were being fought over, but an opera stage.
Some wore flat shoes, while others walked on stilts, standing several heads taller than the other deformities. Large and small, they looked no less terrifying to Li Huowang than the evil ghosts of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Li Huowang stared coldly at these twisted Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou before him, at this so-called Unspeakable Army.
The previous two had already been so difficult to deal with, yet now there were so many of them.
Li Huowang, who had once believed he would never have an opponent again, finally understood just how laughable his earlier thoughts had been. In this bizarre world, there would always be strange things he had never seen before!
Li Huowang slightly turned his head and looked at the people of Great Qi behind him. Seeing their confident, indignant expressions, bitterness immediately welled up in his heart.
If it had been anything else, perhaps these people could have been useful. But against the Unspeakable Army, to put it bluntly, these people had come here only to die.
"Ah~ ya~~~ ya~~ ya~~~"
Watching the Unspeakable Army in the distance step out one by one to make their entrance, Li Huowang silently cursed and raised one hand. "Fire!"
Towering flames instantly ignited, blasting violently from the cuffs and collar of the Red Daoist Robe.
Even if he might not be their match, Li Huowang still had to try first. He was unwilling to simply surrender like this!
But that was not all. Li Huowang gripped the Spine Sword with both hands and viciously plunged it into his chest. Then, gritting