The Japanese ninjas, along with people from other factions, densely covered the ground, charging forward.
Murderous intent burst forth.
A series of icy gleams descended directly.
Ye Tian was right under this array, facing death at any moment.
A fierce battle ensued.
Loud booms erupted around.
The roar of explosions rung continuously, deafeningly loud.
The faces of these few people were filled with extreme gloom; confronted with such a battle scenario, they all felt deeply shocked.
Reaching such an extreme, each was contemplating something in their hearts, and their combat power should not be underestimated.
"At this time, what are we still hiding? We must complete the battle quickly, or we'll be doomed sooner or later."
These people exchanged glances and nodded.
A crowd surrounded them, a terrifying thrill of the fight spreading.
Seeing these people collectively go berserk, Zhao Ya's delicate body couldn't help but tremble.
