God of Slaughter Treasure.
Within the Blood-colored Space.
Three million soldiers of the Young Marshal Army charged at top speed toward the tens of thousands from the Tianming God Race and the Heavenly Saint God Race.
The Tianming God Race and Heavenly Saint God Race were no fools either. They quickly huddled together and set up defenses on the spot.
Wang Hao sat atop the Saint Heavenly Fox's head, with Ling Xiao, Qian Wanyang, Chen Yao, Qin Feng, and Gu Yang standing beside him.
Ling Xiao frowned. "They're planning to hold their ground. If the Young Marshal Army launches a direct assault, the casualties could be severe."
"Then use the Vertical and Horizontal Army Formation of the God of Slaughter Army!"
Wang Hao nodded. A bright red flag appeared in his hand, and he stood atop the Saint Heavenly Fox's head and began waving it.
"Move..."
Qian Wanyang, Chen Yao, Qin Feng, and Gu Yang rushed forward. They split the Young Marshal Army into four groups, surrounded the Heavenly Saint God Race and Heavenly Dream God Race, and formed a strange battle formation.
"Kill..."
The Young Marshal Army let out earth-shaking battle cries and began constantly shifting their formation. Whenever they found even the slightest opening, they would inevitably take several hundred lives, sending blood spraying everywhere.
By the time their opponents reacted, the Young Marshal Army had already withdrawn in time.
Before long, the murderous aura around the Young Marshal Army soldiers grew stronger and stronger. Their enemies inexplicably shuddered in fear, feeling as if they were not fighting humans, but demons.
Hao Dong's pupils contracted sharply as he cried out, "This is the Vertical and Horizontal Army Formation of the God of Slaughter Army! Once we're trapped by them, it'll be a near-certain death sentence!"
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