The second hand had barely reached the half-hour mark when the Platinum Apostle immediately gave the order to attack.
The longer they delayed, the more thoroughly prepared the Heavenly Martial Dynasty would become.
The Platinum Apostle's caution was well known.
Besides, even if the Heavenly Martial Dynasty had prepared nothing, he was confident of securing a complete victory for his side.
With ten Supreme Evil God-exclusive legions as the vanguard, they reached the Twelfth Group Army's positions in under three minutes.
But before one Supreme Evil God could shout a slogan, Zhang Liao had already ridden out from the formation.
Martial Strategy: Assault!
The Crescent Moon Halberd swept across the Supreme Evil God's chest.
The next second, Zhang Liao cut it in half at the waist.
Although a severed waist was not a fatal injury to a Supreme Evil God.
Being cut in half right at the outset felt like being slapped in the face at light speed.
Yet before it could even roar, three arrows shot through its eyes and throat like lightning.
Zhang Liao tugged on the reins and gripped the Crescent Moon Halberd in one hand.
As he poured energy into it, the phantom of a war god appeared behind him.
Martial Strategy: Execution!
An unadorned slash of light swept through midair, but the next second, the Supreme Evil God died on the spot.
"How is that possible?"
An incredulous expression appeared on the Platinum Apostle's face.
Even if a Supreme Evil God was not paying attention, it was still a supreme existence among those of the same rank.
Zhang Liao was clearly weaker than it, so how had he killed a supreme being with two strikes before the lines?
"Childish."
Inside the pavilion, Xiao Tianyang could not help saying, "Augustine truly entrusted the task to the