"It was time to set out..."
At the same time, Lin Luo opened his tightly shut eyes, his midnight-green pupils filled with boundless fighting spirit.
"Starscourage..."
Lin Luo gripped the Black Sword and slowly rose to his feet.
"Don't disappoint me... As the strongest demigod, I wonder just how strong you really are?"
He took the lift to the far shore of the Wailing Dunes, then entered the dunes only after touching the portal.
However.
The warriors gathered from all sides had already suffered devastating losses. More than half had died, some had fled, and only a small number remained to contend with Starscourage.
Jerren was already planning to order everyone to retreat. Given the current situation, the chances of killing General Radahn were infinitely close to zero.
Radahn appeared almost completely unaffected. The battle just now had not even been enough of a warm-up for him.
"Looks like this Warrior's Festival has failed again..."
Jerren shook his head helplessly. General Radahn was simply too powerful.
Just as everyone slowly approached Radahn by using the surrounding ruined walls as cover, an anomaly appeared.
It was Lin Luo.
Lin Luo held a massive Black Sword in his hand, wore a suit of silver-white armor, and had an exquisite staff hanging at his waist.
Lin Luo walked straight through the center of the Wailing Dunes, with no cover around him at all. He looked like a living target for Starscourage.
"Sigh... Another one going to his death."
"Didn't he see how many people died up ahead? Does he really think he's a demigod?"
"Forget it. If he's dead set on dying, no one can stop him."
The crowd watched coldly. After all, no one wanted to risk exposing themselves to Radahn's gaze just to save a stranger they did not know at