"Captain, the power of the protective shield is almost reaching its limit."
On the city wall, Wang Tianya's second-largest governor, holding 700,000 soldiers and horses, was stationed at Yan Yu at the border east of Tianya, and his men were constantly reporting in turn.
Everything happened suddenly, without any preparation for them. It happened so fast that they only had time to open the protective shield.
Ben's resolute face was now shrouded in a look of solemnity. Yan Yu glanced at the densely packed coalition forces in front of him, his expression extremely ugly.
"Opening the first floor."
"Captain, there is only the last layer of protective cover left."
Once it is breached, it will be completely exposed to the coalition's offensive.
"I know, open."
"yes."
The beacon smoke was billowing, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering.
Countless military situations and dangerous situations are flying towards the end of the world, Kyoto.
The fighting in the east is fierce, and the situation at the southern pass of Wangtianya is not optimistic at this time.
Yan Che, the Grand Governor of Wangtianya, is one of the Yan generation.
At this time, the entire city gate was tightened, facing the Yin tribe and Feng Chengguo allied forces in front of them, and the soldiers and horses of the four small countries behind them.
There is no violent collision of flying pengs in the sky, but ghostly black fluttering.
The Yin people are good at formations and body movements, and they are more specialized in poisons and other things.
At this time, when we attack the city, we can see the black color containing poison flying in the air, and the elusive movement skill flying at the southern checkpoint of Wangtianya.
The weirdness and solemnity enveloped it.
In this winter, it makes people shudder.
"Has the antidote been prepared?" Standing on the high city wall, Yan Che said in a deep voice while watching his soldiers resist the ghost-like Hermit army.
"Already configured."
"Quickly, shoot it out and cover the entire border. Don't allow the black mist of the Yin people to enter my level." Yan Che's eyes were as heavy as ice.
"Yes, I understand."
In the dark fog that filled the sky, hundreds of thousands of troops were fully mobilized at the southern checkpoint.
Anti-virus, anti-virus, resistance, all solemn and heroic.
Black armor and troops surrounded him from all sides in the black mist.
The killings hidden in strange colors are different from the heroic levels in the east level, but they quietly let the coldness and cruelty seep into the bones.