"Old Lin, be careful!"
Mu Jingliang shook his head.
Lin Dongqi was on the same level as him; he had no right to interfere with his decision.
"Old Mu, if you dare to self-destruct, what's my life worth? Maybe I could pull Cang Ji down with me?"
With these words, Lin Dongqi was already heading towards the city gates.
Mu Jingliang and the others glanced at each other, wanting to dissuade him, but nothing came out of their mouths.
Fight!
They could only take it one step at a time.
Their goal was to hold off the ninth-grade of the allied army.
With the scale of this war, the goal of the alien allied army should be to plunder the city again.
Although the nearby residents had already evacuated, the Divine Land could not allow Jing Niao City to destroy the Wet Ghost Tower.
A difficult war.
...
Boom!
The gates of the human fortress opened wide.
A flood of martial artists surged out like a tide of steel, and then, as units, they strategically arranged themselves in formation.
