The sand was stained with blood and corpses were everywhere.
Through words and deeds, Zong Shen's strategy and courage are naturally not comparable to those of the children of the Immortal Dynasty.
His eyes were fixed on the queue of slaves transporting supplies outside the Golden Pagoda Temple.
The feeling of uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.
The Jiyou Dao mark on his arm also began to feel slightly hot.
In his eyes, this small Jintan Temple seemed to have become a tomb where he would be buried.
"I hope it's just my illusion..."
He secretly cursed in his heart.
Although I feel uneasy.
But as a soldier, if you are afraid of fighting because of this, wouldn’t it be ridiculous?
As long as there is no master higher than the seventh level of the Dharma Realm, there is no need to worry!
Before leaving, the chief officer of the camp, General Xuande, Lord Han Dang, had given him a killing treasure.
With his current cultivation level, coupled with this killing treasure, he is enough to deal with masters below the seventh level of the Dharma Realm.
Even if he cannot kill it, he can still protect his subordinates and peers in the camp and escape safely!
Zong Ze thought silently and had a rough plan in mind.
After he finished speaking.
Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense and solemn.
They lay quietly on the sand dunes, waiting.
When the long team of slaves entered the Jintan Temple.
A short Sand Clan warrior riding a Desert Wolf and carrying two sand silicon scimitars slowly came from behind.
It seems to be the main force of the slave team.
His yellow battle robe was stained with large patches of dark red blood.
The aura all over his body is extremely dangerous.
It turned out to be a Gray Wolf Warrior!
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