Patriarch Mo glanced at Marshal Zhao with disdain, then fired an attack at him.
Poor Marshal Zhao, how can you say that he is a general who controls millions of soldiers, but under the gentle sweep of Patriarch Mo's slightly raised sleeves, his whole person felt like falling into an ice cellar. Snow-white frost enveloped his whole body, Marshal Zhao.
He still maintained the posture of begging for mercy, and then he was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Marshal Zhao's eyes widened and he looked at Patriarch Mo in disbelief.
He was actually frozen like this?
The soldiers around Marshal Zhao were all dumbfounded and stunned. When they realized what was happening, they all shouted in panic.
"Commander! What's wrong with you!"
"Commander! Come out quickly!"
A group of twenty personal guards surrounded Marshal Zhao. They wielded spears and swords and slashed at the thick ice.
However, what made them despair was that even though they cut down with all their strength, there was not a single crack in the ice, and their attack power was completely ineffective.
Before these guards could react what to do, another violent hailstorm fell from the sky, as fast as a cannonball, and as dense as a torrential rain. These guards were too busy to take care of themselves, and were hit in the head one by one, and their heads were bleeding on the spot.
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Marshal Zhao, who was frozen in ice, watched helplessly as all the personal guards he was once proud of died tragically, his facial muscles shaking violently with anger.
"Ancestor Mo, you madman! Madman!!!" Dashuai Zhao wanted to shout, but he was blocked by ice and his voice could not come out.
All he could do was watch helplessly as his millions of soldiers fell to the ground like nothing but dead bodies in an instant!
Eastern Jin Army.
Mu Zifeng finally nursed back his internal injuries and looked at them. As soon as he finished his work and opened his eyes, he saw excited shouts coming from outside.
He stood up and strode out.
At this time, Lieutenant General A and Lieutenant B ran over with excitement on their faces, their faces flushed with excitement.
"General! I'm so happy! I'm so happy!" Deputy General A was so excited that he could hardly speak.
"What happened?" Mu Zifeng's face was cold, and he looked seriously at the two capable men who were jumping for joy.
"General, look over there!" Deputy General B dragged Mu Zifeng excitedly. He pulled him to the hillside in a few moments and pointed at the Bei Mo Military Camp opposite, his voice trembling with excitement.
Mu Zifeng followed his gaze and looked across.
At this sight, his face suddenly became dull.
What is going on? Could it be that God is showing off his power to punish the Northern Desert army?
I saw countless hailstones falling from the sky over the twenty-mile camp in the Northern Desert, and countless soldiers were smashed into meat patties. The scene was chaotic and chaotic for a while.
"This, this is..." Mu Zifeng's eyes were blank, and he was extremely speechless.
"This is retribution! Even God can't stand what Beimo did, so he must punish him!" Lieutenant General A pumped his fists repeatedly in excitement, barely able to control himself.
"Where is the punishment from heaven? Are you overthinking it?" Lieutenant General B pointed at the dazzling figure in mid-air and said excitedly, "Look, the hail is all caused by that strong man."
Mu Zifeng nodded and said, "I don't know who this strong man is. Could he be from the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"
This is why Mu Zifeng doesn't think so. Because when the Eastern Jin Dynasty was in trouble and was about to be annihilated, this godman appeared by chance and destroyed an entire army of millions with one person. For a man with such strength, it would be difficult for the entire continent to defeat him.