The frontlines of the Shanggu battlefield.
Niu Jinda wielded his Zao Yang Spear, sweeping through all opposition, a match for a thousand men alone.
Coupled with the Power Armor over three meters tall on his body, he looked like a World-Devouring Demon God.
If his opponents had not been even stranger in appearance, most people would likely have been terrified of him.
"Second Squadron, get into Third Squadron and hold the line!"
Niu Jinda bellowed, roaring, "Second Squad, follow me and reinforce First Squadron!"
After saying that, he leaped straight out of the trench, gripping the Zao Yang Spear with both hands and sweeping it from left to right.
Every Evil God Apostle in his path was cut in half on the spot by the Zao Yang Spear.
Even those farther away were sent flying more than ten meters back.
The squad behind him put away their Submachine Guns, raised their Double-headed Axes, and charged forward.
They were like madmen hacking their way upstream through thorns and brambles.
No matter what stood in their way, if one strike did not kill it, they would follow up with another.
Niu Jinda was even more like a mad demon, his Zao Yang Spear chopping back and forth as if he were an invincible war machine, crushing everything in his path.
Of course, human strength had its limits.
No matter how formidable Niu Jinda was, he could not push back an army of a million by himself.
Fortunately, he was not a Brash man.
They had previously lost Position One, and after driving the enemy back just now, Niu Jinda wanted to seize it again.
That was why he had deployed the reserve troops and personally taken up the role of captain of the death squad.
However, just as he prepared to inject