C684 Halfway Through They Ambushed the Evil Spirit Army!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The two armies collided, and with every passing second, a barbarian or a human champion would fall into a crimson pool of their own blood.

In the midst of such a tumultuous melee, a Grand Martial Master, typically revered as an expert, was reduced to a mere foot soldier, vulnerable to death at any moment.

The Martial Ancestor