Dao Soldier Legion, Mecha's Grand Self-Destruction

"The legion-type Dao soldier path." Chu Danqing's gaze fell upon the fiery battle in the distance.

He and E'long had hidden themselves thoroughly, without leaking even the faintest trace of their presence.

"What's going on with that Fantasy Saint?" Chu Danqing asked. "It's too far away. I can't see."

The distance from the edge of the battlefield to its center was anything but short, not to mention the layers upon layers of obstructions.

As a legion-type War Disciple, his war artifacts, strategic formations, and the like covered the entire battlefield.

Once their effects took hold, they were little different from a heap of light pollution to outsiders.

Then there was the mass of Dao soldiers blocking the way. With Chu Danqing's individual strength, he simply could not see much.

"He's piloting a mecha." E'long had less difficulty seeing through it.

After all, he specialized in individual strength. Though he could not beat a Fantasy Saint or War Disciple in PvP, his overall strength was not far behind theirs.

So he might lose in a one-on-one duel, but observing the battlefield from afar was no problem.

"But the situation doesn't look good. He's about to be beaten to death." E'long continued, "The advantage brought by the War Disciple's opening move, 'Self-Devour,' is just too great."

"Good thing there are the two of us. Otherwise, the War Dominion camp would definitely win this round."

If either of them went out alone for a duel, the strength they had nurtured in their respective environments would certainly not match that of people from War Dominion or Fantasy Metropolis.

But their advantage was that they could cooperate closely, and Dimension Paradise was generous enough not to make them raise gu in a jar.

If the War Disciple had not possessed 'Self-Devour' back then, Dimension Paradise