When Will It Be Your Turn to Point Fingers

The long spear was like a dragon, carrying heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating might as it slammed viciously into the Battle Soul that had transformed into a streak of light.

As the Spear Aura flickered in and out, it instantly erupted with power mighty enough to tear heaven and earth apart.

Boom... Bang...

In the next instant, a thunderous crash rang out.

The Battle Soul condensed by the Tianfeng Army's millions of soldiers abruptly collapsed at that moment.

Millions of soldiers spat blood at the same time.

Li Chenzhou, who had been presiding over the formation, suffered worst of all. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, the Battle Armor on his body exploded apart in an instant, and his skin split open inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, his entire body had become a blood-soaked figure, too tragic to bear looking at.

However, Su Haoyang was not faring well either.

His spear was likewise sent flying back, and his entire person was thrown away.

The Battle Formation evolved by millions of soldiers was not so easy to break.

As his qi and blood churned, his face instantly swelled a deep red.

But he forcefully pressed it down.

At this moment, he absolutely could not show weakness.

"A swarm of ants, and you dare block me? You're courting death..."

Su Haoyang walked through the air. With a beckon of his hand, that long spear instantly fell into his grasp.

Boom...

The long spear trembled.

For a moment, it forcibly drew upon the Power of the four directions.

It stirred up an enormous storm vortex, wrapping around Su Haoyang himself as it swept straight towards the Tianfeng Army.

That destructive power erupted like heavenly might descending upon the world, seizing the soul.

Suddenly, the faces of the millions of Tianfeng Army soldiers