Zhao Shi led six thousand Grandmasters who practiced the Thunder Secret Tome and charged straight into the Great Light army like a hot knife through butter. Wherever they passed, not a single enemy could withstand them for even a single exchange. Engulfed in crackling lightning, wild and ferocious, they shattered Great Light battleship after battleship, while the soldiers aboard were torn to shreds in massive swathes!
This sudden turn of events stunned both warring sides. Where did such a ferocious group of powerhouses come from?
Could this be Mr. Bai's trump card? Chen Yongxin muttered, his gaze flickering.
At that moment he recalled the news Huang Qiu had brought back from Gourd Valley not long ago. That valley hid many Grandmaster powerhouses, and now it seemed these must be them, yet how could there be so many?
Jiang Haoran, the Great Moon King, and the others knew nothing of this. Stunned by the combat power displayed by the six thousand villagers, their shock quickly transformed into wild elation, for the appearance of these reinforcements was gradually turning the tide of battle.
The Great Light Floating Battleships were destroyed, and the Yuan Spirit Cannon could no longer threaten the rear of the Three-Nations Alliance. Although there was a vast gap in combat prowess between the two armies, the sheer numbers of the Three-Nations Alliance were more than enough to stall until the hundreds of billions of troops from the dozen or so dynasties in the rear arrived!
Gasping in shock, the Great Moon King cried out in horror, "Six thousand Grandmasters! Every single one of them displays combat power no inferior to those who have just stepped into the Human King Realm. A full six thousand of them! It's terrifying. By the way, those people are wreathed in lightning—do any of