Ancestor Mo followed closely after Su Luo's aura, and at this moment he entered the Bei Desert camp directly.
At this time, Patriarch Mo stood in mid-air, looking at the people walking around below, and he suddenly became angry!
Because he discovered that these people were all wearing the same clothes.
In this way, he can't find his delicious food at all!
hateful!
Ancestor Mo had been teased by Su Luo along the way and was on the verge of rising in anger. When he saw this abominable camp, his anger suddenly burst out like lava!
For a time, strong pressure enveloped the entire camp.
The soldiers in the Northern Desert who were enjoying the barbecue around the campfire below suddenly felt as if they were mourning for their heirs, and their hearts were shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Go to hell——!!!" The wind in Ancestor Mo's palm contained endless cold air, surging out like a wave!
Countless hailstones burst into the air.
"Oh my God! What the hell is going on? Why is there hail so late at night?"
"Who is that dirty old man in the air? Did he throw down these hailstones?"
"Run quickly, run quickly!"
"Ah, my brain—"
"Help-"
For a moment, the originally joyful camp suddenly felt like a ghost prison, with countless noises, cries for help, and shouts becoming a commotion.
You know, this is not a team of hundreds or ten people, nor is it a number of 8,000, but an army of one million! A million people are running around. What consequences will this have?
Stampede!
It’s a stampede without a doubt!
The hailstones falling vertically in mid-air contained a powerful killing force. As soon as they were hit, these soldiers would immediately suffer head injuries and blood flow, and their whole bodies would be shattered into pieces.
Therefore, countless people want to escape, and countless people want to run away.
However, this dark camp was completely shrouded, where could they run?
At this time, Marshal Zhao, who had been so proud just now, was dumbfounded when he looked at the scene in front of him.
"What the hell is going on!!!" Zhao Dashuai was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
This is a million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, His Majesty mobilized all the elite troops for him, but——
Marshal Zhao looked at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, his whole face turned pale, and his figure could hardly stand.
"Oh my God, that's -" When he saw clearly who was throwing hailstones in mid-air, Marshal Zhao shook his figure and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Isn't the Moh family of Weiyang Palace in alliance with the Northern Desert royal family? How come they took the lead in attacking the Northern Desert? Could it be that the Moh family and the Nangong royal family of the Eastern Jin Dynasty have already joined forces? And for this earthly war, they actually dispatched the ancestors of the Moh family!
Marshal Zhao was going crazy, his eyes were filled with bright red bloodshot eyes, his face was stiff due to excessive fright, and his muscles were shaking.
Rao is the commander-in-chief of a million-strong army, but in front of such a powerful peerless master, his voice can't help but tremble, revealing the deepest panic in his heart.
Marshal Zhao's voice contained a hint of spiritual power, which was quite obvious in the noisy venue.
Ancestor Mo was currently releasing his spiritual power to look for Su Luo. When he heard the sound, he turned around and looked over.
Seeing Ancestor Mo looking over, Marshal Zhao was immediately overjoyed. He almost cried in surprise: "What do you want, old man? Just give me an order. Please, don't let it hail again."
Hail is originally the prerogative of God, but why is it that Patriarch Mo now controls a part of the world?