"Hold the line, hold the line!"
"Shield bearers, fill the gaps!"
Qiu Bear shouted loudly, scolding the Xiaoyang Race soldiers behind.
The soldiers of its own division were supervising from the rear. In this head-to-head battle, naturally, it couldn't let its own soldiers die in vain.
"Hold it for me, let the Human Race get closer!"
As Qiu Bear shouted, it suddenly heard a series of thunderous clangs.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Giant arrows flew from the main array of the Blazing Flame Race soldiers, aiming first at the leading martial artists of the Xiaoyang Race at the forefront.
"Damn... your ancestral grandmother!"
In a flash, Qiu Bear, hiding behind a giant shield, felt a chill down its back. It abandoned its mount and leaped backward.
As Qiu Bear jumped back, both Muo Qiu and Mu Xun noticed.
More than a hundred streams of light came breaking through the air, something no one could withstand.
Rumble!
