Mo Lao Zu glanced at Zhao Dashuai with disdain, and shot towards him with an attack in his hand.

Poor Zhao Dashuai, how can I say that he is a general who has mastered millions of male soldiers, but under the slight sweep of Mo Laozu's sleeves, the whole person is like falling into an ice cellar. The snow-white frost enveloped his whole person, and Zhao Dashuai still maintained the posture of begging for mercy, and then he was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Zhao Dashuai's eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Ancestor in disbelief.

He, even like this, was frozen like this?

The pro-soldiers around Zhao Dashuai were all dumbfounded and stunned, and after reacting, they all shouted in panic.

"What's wrong with you!"

"Come out!"

A group of twenty guards surrounded Zhao Dashuai, and they took spears and knives and slashed at the thick ice.

However, what made them desperate was that even if they tried their best to cut down, there was not the slightest crack in the ice, and their attack power was completely useless.

Before the soldiers could react to what to do, another violent hail rushed down into the sky, as fast as a cannonball, dense as a torrential rain. These guards were too busy to take care of themselves, and one by one they were hit in the head, and their heads were bleeding on the spot.

Zhao Dashuai, who was frozen up, watched as all the guards he once proud of died tragically, and his facial muscles trembled violently with anger.

"Mo Ancestor, you madman! Madman!!" Zhao Dashuai wanted to shout, but he was frozen in ice, and his voice couldn't come out.

All he could do was watch his millions of male soldiers fall to the ground like mustard in an instant, dead without a corpse!

Eastern Jin Dynasty Army.

Mu Zifeng finally took a look at the internal injury recuperation, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw excited shouts outside.

He stood up and strode out.

At this time, Deputy General A and Deputy General B ran over with excitement on their faces, and their faces turned red from excitement.

"Great general, great joy, great joy!" Adjutant General A was so excited that he could barely speak.

"What the hell is going on?" Mu Zifeng's face condensed, and he looked at the two capable subordinates who were happy and happy.

"General, look over there!" Deputy General Yi excitedly dragged Mu Zifeng, pulled him to the small hill in three or two strokes, pointed to the North Desert military camp opposite, and his voice trembled excitedly.

Mu Zifeng followed his gaze to the opposite side.

At this glance, his face suddenly became dull.

What the hell is going on? Could it be that God has come to punish the Northern Desert army?

I saw that in the sky above the twenty-mile camp in the Northern Desert, countless hailstones fell one after another, and countless soldiers were smashed into meat cakes, and the scene was messy and panicked for a while.

"This, this is ......" Mu Zifeng's eyes were blank, speechless to the extreme.

"This is retribution! Even God can't get used to what Bei Mo has done, so he will punish him from heaven!" Deputy General A swung his fist excitedly, almost unable to control himself.

"Where is the heavenly punishment, do you think too much?" Deputy General B pointed to the shining figure in the air and said excitedly, "You see, the hail was all made by that strong man. ”

Mu Zifeng bowed his head and said: "I don't know who this strong man is, is it our Eastern Jin Dynasty?"

This can't help but Mu Zifeng doesn't think so. Because the Eastern Jin Dynasty was in a predicament and was about to be wiped out, this god man appeared so coincidentally, and wiped out the entire million-strong army with the power of one person, and it was difficult to find a few people with such strength in the entire continent.