Bang! Bang! Bang!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Little Blackie charged about, while Wang Quan slaughtered with wild abandon.
A massive club whirled up and down. Relying on his brute strength, he swept all before him.
The Purple-Robed Marquis and the other cultivators formed a triangular formation on either side of him, cleaving through everything like an arrow.
Wang Quan raced across the ground, smashing wildly while surveying the battlefield.
He watched for enemies who stood out on the battlefield.
If an enemy was young and extraordinary, he led the Purple-Robed Marquis and the others straight over for a bout of slaughter.
In the sky, strange beings with wings on their backs, birdmen with two pairs of wings, and creatures with twelve pairs of wings flew everywhere.
Large numbers of experts rode flying monsters into battle against them.
Slaughter raged on the ground and in the sky alike.
Blood fell like rain.
With every breath, strange beings fell from the sky and were trampled to death by the chaotic armies.
On the ground, the dead among the soldiers of both sides were even more countless.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
Little Blackie panted, black smoke puffing from its nostrils. "Master, I can't keep going."
The frenzied charges had left it utterly exhausted.
Moreover, during the fighting, fearsome weapons had already shattered its barding and wounded its flesh.
Hearing this, Wang Quan grabbed a handful of medicine and stuffed it into its mouth. "Hang in there. Keep charging."
"Charge wherever the fighting is fiercest."
Little Blackie secretly rolled its eyes. "Even if I went stupid, I wouldn't charge wherever the fighting is fiercest."
Just then, cries of alarm rang out nearby. "An abomination!"
"A heaven-sent abomination!"
"Great Shang really does have abominations!"
"Kill!"
Amid the shouts, Wang Quan looked over and saw a female spell-combat