Patriarch Mo glanced at Marshal Zhao with disdain and launched an attack at him.
Poor General Zhao, no matter how he might be called a great general commanding a million strong troops, yet under the gentle sweep of Patriarch Mo's sleeve, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Snow-white frost enveloped him, and even though he still maintained that begging gesture, he was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Marshal Zhao opened his eyes wide and looked at Patriarch Mo in disbelief.
He was actually frozen like this?
The personal guards around Marshal Zhao were all dumbfounded and stunned. After they came to their senses, they all shouted in panic.
"Master! What's wrong with you?!"
"Master! Come out quickly!"
A group of twenty personal guards surrounded Marshal Zhao. They wielded spears and swords and chopped at the thick ice.
However, what made them despair was that even though they chopped with all their might, there was not even a single crack on the ice. Their attack power was completely ineffective.
Before these guards could react, another violent hailstorm came crashing down from the sky, as fast as a cannonball and as dense as a torrential downpour. The guards were unable to take care of themselves, and one by one they were hit on the head, leaving them bleeding on the spot.
Marshal Zhao, who was frozen in ice, watched helplessly as all the personal guards he once took pride in died tragically, his facial muscles trembling violently with anger.
"Ancestor Mo, you are a lunatic! A lunatic!!!" Marshal Zhao wanted to shout, but he was frozen in ice and his voice could not be heard.
All he could do was to watch his millions of soldiers fall to the ground like grass in an instant, with their bodies torn to pieces!
Eastern Jin army.
Mu Zifeng finally recovered from his internal injuries. Just as he opened his eyes, he heard excited shouts coming from outside.
He stood up and strode out.
At this time, Deputy General A and Deputy General B ran over with excitement on their faces, their faces flushed with excitement.
"General! Great joy! Great joy!" Deputy General A was so excited that he could hardly speak.
"What happened?" Mu Zifeng's face was cold as he looked seriously at his two capable subordinates who were jumping for joy.
"General, look over there!" Deputy General B excitedly dragged Mu Zifeng to the hillside in a few seconds, pointing at the Beimo military camp opposite, his voice trembling with excitement.
Mu Zifeng followed his gaze and looked across.
When he saw this, his face suddenly became dull.
What on earth was going on? Was it some kind of divine retribution, specifically punishing the Northern Desert Army?
Countless hailstones fell from the sky above the 20-li camp in the northern desert, smashing countless soldiers into meat patties. For a moment, the scene was in chaos and confusion.
"This, this is..." Mu Zifeng's eyes were blank and he was speechless.
"This is retribution! Even God can't stand what Bei Mo did, so he sent down the punishment!" Deputy General A excitedly waved his fists repeatedly, almost unable to control himself.
"How can this be a divine punishment? You're overthinking it, aren't you?" Deputy General B said excitedly, pointing at the dazzling figure in the sky. "Look, the hail was created by that powerful being."
Mu Zifeng nodded and said, "I don't know who this strong man is. Could he be from our Eastern Jin Dynasty?"
Mu Zifeng couldn't help but think so. Just when the Eastern Jin Dynasty was in trouble and about to be annihilated, this god-like figure appeared by chance, destroying an entire million-strong army with his own strength. There were only a few people of such strength on the entire continent.
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