C1190 Great War(2)

Rumble rumble rumble!

The Tyrant Blade had just landed, and the Heavenly Refinement Cauldron followed suit.

Xiang Yu flew into the air, blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth, causing the people of Eight Holy Gates to scream out in pain, as several figures retreated.

"Charge out!"

Fang Bai shouted, taking the chance, he urged his Heavenly Refinement Cauldron to move forward