The girl Yang Cake stood alone on the battlefield, her heart immersed in deep sadness. Her comrade-in-arms, Nobuku Fujimiya, the man who once guarded her by her side and fought alongside her, is no longer there.

It was he who paid the price of his own life to resist the deadly attack of the Yagi Orochi for her. Yang Cake's eyes were red, and tears rolled down her cheeks, taking away all her strength.

However, the war did not give her time to immerse herself in grief. In front of her, the Fusang army was like a vast ocean, and the black-pressed soldiers were holding weapons and wearing iron armor, and their eyes were tightly locked on Yang Cake. Their purpose is clear, they want to destroy her completely. At this life-and-death juncture, Yang Cake has no choice, she must stand up for her homeland, for those who have sacrificed to protect her.

The huge hammer slowly rose in Yang Cake's hand, and its weight seemed to crush her arm. However, Yang Bao did not flinch, she held the handle of the hammer tightly, and her eyes flashed with determination and determination. She knew that this was her battle, her challenge, and her destiny.

The figure of Yang Cake is like a hard mountain rock in the storm, standing steadily. His eyes, like two twinkling stars in the thick dust and smoke, were full of determination and determination. He gripped the massive hammer tightly, each thread roaring like an earth-shattering roar.

Suddenly, Yang Cake moved. He jumped up like a tiger, wielded the sledgehammer, and smashed it into the Fuso army with an unstoppable force. When the hammer collided with the armor of the first Fuso soldier, the violent vibration made Yang Cake's body tremble. However, that didn't stop him from moving forward. He marched like a wave, knocking one Fuso soldier after another to the ground.

At this time, a powerful energy erupted from Yang Cake's body. His muscles were as hard as steel, and his steps were as swift as the wind. He wielded a sledgehammer, and each swing seemed to challenge the limits of the earth. That power, like a gluttonous force, roared within him, destroying all obstacles that stood in his way.

The Fuso soldiers fell to the ground one after another under the onslaught of Yang Cake. Their armor was as fragile as papier-mâché under the sledgehammer of the poplar cake, and their bodies were shattered like dead leaves under the power of the poplar cake. The entire battlefield was enveloped by the roar of the poplar cake and the sound of the hammer, and the fierce momentum seemed to engulf the whole world in it.

Yang Cake's attack did not stop, he seemed to be crazy, and took every Fusang soldier as a target. He has only one belief in his heart, and that is to protect his homeland and protect his relatives and friends. Driven by this belief, he exerted his strength to the extreme, repelling the Fuso army again and again.

However, the army of Fuso came like a tidal wave, and they seemed endless. Yang Cake's body was exhausted, but his eyes were still firm. He knew he couldn't fall, because as long as he had a breath left, he had to keep fighting.

Yang Cake took a deep breath, and then swung the hammer in his hand vigorously. Every swing carried her anger and sadness, and every swing seemed to be a protest to the sky. Her heart was full of determination, and she knew that no matter what enemy she faced, no matter what difficulties she faced, she would not give up.

Every inch of skin is like a weapon that has been tempered for thousands of years, full of symbols of strength. His eyes were like an abyss, devouring all light, but also shining with a cunning light in the darkness. In his hand he held a huge mace, covered with sharp teeth, as if to speak of his fearless courage and great strength.

The Fusang army was like a dark cloud, they rode tall war horses, wore iron armor, and the spears in their hands were like forests, and they rushed towards Yang Cake in unison. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, but they also had an irrepressible fighting spirit, because they knew that they had to face a god-man with gluttonous power.

When two forces collide together, the whole heaven and earth shake for it. With incomparable strength, Yang Cake waved the mace in his hand, and every blow was like a landslide and tsunami, defeating the Fusang army one after another. His gluttonous power was like a great vortex, devouring all enemies that came close, leaving them to struggle in despair before disappearing into endless power.

His gluttonous power is like a dragon that has been sleeping for a long time, once awakened, it can turn over the river and the sea, and shake the world. And at this moment, this force is surging wildly, like a volcano about to erupt, and people feel indescribable fear.

The Fusang army, they are like a black and oppressive dark cloud, the momentum is huge, sweeping in. Their swords and shadows flickered in the sunlight, like the claws of a vicious wolf, fierce and cruel. Their morale is like a rainbow, full of fighting spirit, and they seem to have the determination to devour the poplar cake.

However, in the face of Yang Cake's gluttonous power, they were like moths to a fire, and although they followed one after another, they were never able to get close to Yang Cake for half a step. Whenever they tried to break through the defenses, the invisible force would be like an insurmountable chasm, mercilessly swallowing them up.

Yang Cake's eyes were as cold as the abyss, and he faced the attack of the Fusang army without fear. With a wave of his hand, the gluttonous power poured out like a torrent, devouring all the enemies that came upon him. At that moment, their weapons and armor shattered in an instant under the impact of power, and their bodies were as light as pieces of paper, swept away by the tremendous force of the wind.

The entire battlefield instantly became dead silent, leaving only the deep and shocking breathing of Yang Cake. His figure looked even taller and more majestic in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a standing god of war. The wreckage of the Fuso army piled up behind him, as if telling of his endless power.

At this moment, Yang Cake proved his strength with absolute strength. He fought against the Fusang army with gluttonous strength, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, sweeping thousands of armies. His strength and courage became a shadow in the hearts of all, filling people with awe and fear of him.

At this moment, Yang Cake became the real eye of the storm. The scene around him was blurred in the wind, and he could only vaguely see the Fusang soldiers struggling in pain, their voices disappearing in the wind, leaving only the wild roar of Yang Cake.

It was as if the devouring was going on a grand ritual, and the poplar cake stood there like a god. The Fusang army was swept away like dust in front of him, and their morale and courage seemed so fragile in the face of Yang Cake's gluttonous power.