Compared like this,
It seemed that Dongtan Twelve of the rather disgusting Poisonous Tribe's Chang Sheng Division had a better chance of winning!
After all, that rather disgusting Dongtan Twelve was not only using the so-called Ghost Servant Arts, but had also added some modern weapons of war—Heavy Bombs!
Meanwhile, Liang Butong of the Blood Cloud Sect, at Late Mortal Transformation Layer Two, clearly could not possibly withstand a heavy bomb exploding point-blank if he relied purely on his own defenses. Even Lin Xuankong himself, already at Mortal Transformation Layer Four Initial Stage, would inevitably be injured by such a point-blank heavy bomb explosion!
It seemed
it was time for him to make a move.
He could not just stand by and watch Dongtan Twelve deal with Liang Butong, who supported the Great Yan Kingdom. Even less could he let those disgusting Poisonous Tribe invaders act so arrogantly before his eyes!
Lin Xuankong shook his head slightly. His body flashed as he swiftly ran down the hill. As he ran, he quickly changed clothes, and the Ghost Face Mask was once again placed over his face!
At this moment,
dozens of kilometers away,
Liang Butong, transformed into a crimson little giant, had already sprinted toward the more than one hundred paper figures and horses beyond the first line of defense!
Though his speed while running was inferior to the speed Lin Xuankong had displayed at the Qingyuan City tavern, in the eyes of the officers and soldiers at the first line of defense, it was already terrifyingly fast.
So much so that Hong Futian, Ding Ye's fierce general, watched the scene and could not help blurting out, "Fuck, this immortal's running speed is way too astonishing! If he gets any faster, he could probably top one hundred and fifty miles