"Red Dragon, what's wrong with you?"
The Blood Lion on the warship gazed over the distant battlefield.
With Noah's Wall shattered, Black Blood Soldiers surged like tides, flooding into the newly opened gigantic crack.
According to intelligence, in the distance, the battle between the Blood Hunter and the Ice Witch was not yet over.
If they could reach behind Noah's Wall and seize control of the entire structure, their Black Blood Empire would be assured of victory.
Yet the Black Hunter appeared, blocking their army.
The power of the Saint was immensely formidable, capable of influencing the entire battle with its might.
With just one strike, the soldiers of the Black Blood Empire were thrown into chaos.
They fled like ants scorched by fire, in a frantic panic.
The Blood Lion took a sip of warm wine.
At this moment, the War Messenger Aili got up:
