Patriarch Mo followed Su Luo's breath closely and went straight into the Beimo camp.
At this time, Patriarch Mo was standing in mid-air, looking at the people walking back and forth below, and he suddenly became angry!
Because he found that these people were all wearing the same clothes.
This way, he can't find his delicious food at all!
hateful!
Patriarch Mo had been teased by Su Luo all the way and was on the verge of becoming extremely angry. When he saw this abominable tent, his anger suddenly erupted like magma!
For a moment, a strong pressure enveloped the entire camp.
The Northern Desert soldiers who were originally happily barbecuing around the campfire below suddenly felt as if they had lost their parents, with the shadow of death hanging over their hearts.
"Go to hell--!!!" The palm wind of Patriarch Mo contained endless cold air, which surged out like waves!
Countless hailstones burst down from the sky.
"Oh my god! What the hell is going on? Why is there hail in the middle of the night?"
"Who is that dirty old man in the air? Did he throw down these hailstones?"
"Run, run!"
“Ah, my head—”
“Help—”
For a moment, the camp, which was originally full of joy, suddenly became like a ghost prison, with countless noises, cries for help, and shouts filling the air.
You have to know that this isn't a team of a hundred or so people, nor is it a force of tens of thousands, but a full million strong army! What kind of consequences will it cause if a full million people flee in all directions?
Trampling!
It's definitely a stampede!
The hailstones falling vertically from mid-air contained a powerful killing aura. Once hit, the soldiers would immediately have their heads broken and bleeding, and their bodies would be shattered into pieces.
So, countless people want to escape, countless people want to run.
However, this dark camp was completely covered, where could they run to?
At this moment, Marshal Zhao, who had been so complacent just now, was stunned by the scene in front of him.
"What the hell is going on!!!" Zhao Dashuai was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
That's a full million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, His Majesty mobilized all the elite troops to him, but -
Marshal Zhao looked at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, his face turned pale and he could hardly stand.
"Oh my God, who is that..." When Marshal Zhao saw clearly who was throwing hailstones in the air, his body shook and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Isn't the Weiyang Palace Mohist sect allied with the Northern Desert Imperial Clan? Why would they lead the attack on Northern Desert? Could it be that the Mohist sect and the Eastern Jin Dynasty Nangong Imperial Clan have already joined forces? And for this earthly war, they're actually deploying the Mohist sect's ancestors!
Marshal Zhao was almost going crazy. His eyes were filled with bloodshot, his face was stiff from being too frightened, and his muscles were shaking.
"Mo, Ancestor Mo... please stop, please stop!" Marshal Zhao shouted in panic.
Even though he was the commander of a million-strong army, in front of such a powerful master, his voice couldn't help but tremble, revealing the deepest fear in his heart.
Marshal Zhao's voice carried a hint of spiritual power, which was quite obvious in the noisy venue.
At this time, Patriarch Mo was releasing his spiritual power to look for Su Luo. When he heard the sound, he turned his head away with disdain.
Seeing Patriarch Mo looking over, Marshal Zhao was overjoyed. He was so surprised that he almost cried: "Whatever you want, just tell me. Please, stop the hail."
Hail was originally God's privilege, but now, isn't Ancestor Mo in control of the world?
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