"Governor, the shield is reaching its limit. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】”

On the city wall, the second governor of Wangtianya, holding 700,000 soldiers and horses, sits in Yanyu, who is at the eastern border of Wangtianya, and his subordinates are constantly taking turns to report.

Everything came suddenly, without any preparation for them, and it came so fast that they only had time to open the shield.

Ben's resolute face was shrouded in slaughter at this time, Yan Yu glanced at the dense coalition forces in front of him, and his face was extremely ugly.

"On the first floor."

"Governor, there's only one last shield left."

Once breached, all will be exposed to the offensive of the coalition forces.

"I know, open."

"Yes."

The smoke was billowing and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering.

Countless military situations and dangerous situations flew towards the end of the world and Kyoto.

The battle in the east shook the sky, and at this time, the situation at the southern pass that looked at the end of the world was not optimistic.

Yan Che, the governor of the world, one of the Yan characters.

At this time, the entire city gate was tightened, against the Yin clan and Feng Chengguo's allied army in front of him, and the soldiers and horses of the four small countries behind him.

There is no strong collision of flying in the air, but a ghostly black flutter.

The hermit is good at formation and body method, and is more specialized in poison and other things.

At this time, when attacking the city, I saw the black containing toxins fluttering in the air, and the elusive body flying on the southern checkpoint of the end of the world.

The weirdness and solemnity shrouded it.

In this winter, it makes people shudder.

"Has the antidote been configured?" Standing on the high city wall, Yan Che said in a deep voice while looking at his soldiers to resist the ghostly hidden army.

"It's already configured."

"Quick, S go out, envelop the entire side card, and don't allow the black fog of the hermit to enter my level for half a step." Yan Che's eyes were as heavy as ice.

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

In the black fog in the sky, hundreds of thousands of troops in the southern checkpoint were fully mobilized.

Anti-poison anti-virus, anti-resistant, a solemn and heroic.

Black armor and troops, in the black mist, surrounded in all directions.

The killing hidden in the strange color is different from the heroism of the eastern level, but it quietly allows Y coldness and cruelty to seep into his bones.