Volgograd (12)

The battle in the hilly region continued.

The lizardmen resisted with extraordinary tenacity. Fearless of death, they charged wave after wave against the defensive line formed by the Flame Swordsmen, trying to shake this torrent of steel with their flesh and blood.

However, the Flame Swordsmen were far stronger than they had imagined.

Now, every Level 1 Warrior under Ang drank Magic Potions that aided Qi force cultivation every week, and nearly all of them were steadily growing stronger.

Most Flame Swordsmen were already approaching Mid Level 1. Their physical strength, magic resistance, and Combat Technique activation speed had all improved significantly.

Ang judged that, at this rate, it would not be long before the entire force reached Mid Level 1.

Although the group of Flame Swordsmen stationed in Fifth Town lagged slightly behind, once the fighting here settled down, Ang planned to rotate the two forces for training and continue strengthening their overall combat power.

On the battlefield, Dana was especially eye-catching.

His nearly four-meter-tall body resembled a moving fortress amid the dense crowd, and the heavy warhammer in his hand, Bone Crusher, was almost unstoppable.

He charged fearlessly into the enemy formation. Wherever he passed, blood and flesh flew. Every swing of Bone Crusher brought down a lizardman, and the sounds of shattering bones mixed with shrieks, sending chills down the spine.

Dana's ferocity drew the encirclement of many Lizardman Warriors.

They saw Dana as the source of the threat and surged forward, trying to kill him.

However, most were sent flying by a single hammer strike before they could even get close.

His flood-like strength stirred up wave after wave of blood among the lizardmen.

Ang sat atop the Nightmare King, calmly watching everything from the air.

He neither acted nor ordered any support.

He knew Dana