Crushing Them

When the soldiers of both countries' armies reached the strength of High-Class Professionals, they rarely utilized catapults, heavy crossbow bolts, and the like unless it was a siege battle.

Because the effects were not very great, and it required concentrated fire to cause effective damage to a single High-Class warrior.

Therefore, under such circumstances, if they still wanted to use large-scale lethal weapons, aside from artillery, only magic cannons remained.

Yet, neither country had the inclination to deploy such weaponry.

The Blazing Legion and the Sandstorm Legion were locked in a direct collision.

Bruce Liehuo was a young and handsome noble, as well as the Legion Commander of the Blazing Legion, and likewise a peerlessly brave warrior.

He had just broken through in battle.

From High-Class to Grandmaster.

This was a massive transformation.

Yet no one gave him a chance to rest, which meant he not only had to endure the excruciating pain brought by the breakthrough, but also withstand the pressure brought by the enemy's encirclement.

Because he always charged at the very forefront, having just broken through, he was isolated and without support, having long since left his personal guards hundreds of meters behind.

At this moment, only enemies with ferocious expressions surrounded him.

A trace of desolation rose in Bruce's heart. Had he not even experienced the power brought by a Grandmaster powerhouse, was he really going to die here?

Even if he died, though.

He would drag a few down with him as cushions!

He seemed to forget the pain brought by breaking through mid-battle, operating his remaining battle aura to the fullest. The war saber in his hand hacked down enemies one after another. Amidst intersecting blade Qi, none could block him, and the enemies fell to the ground like wheat.

Yet he faced the