The ancestor Mo came after Su Luo's breath, and at this time he went straight into the Beimo camp tent.

At this time, Old Ancestor Mo stood in the air and looked at the people walking around below, and he was immediately angry!

Because he discovered that these people were all wearing the same clothes.

In this way, he couldn't find his food at all!

hateful!

The ancestor Mo was played with by Su Luo all the way and was already on the verge of being angry. When he saw this hateful camp, his anger suddenly burst out like magma!

For a moment, strong pressure enveloped the entire camp.

The soldiers in the Northern Desert who were originally happy to barbecue around the bonfire below suddenly felt like they were lost, and their hearts were shrouded in the shadow of death.

"Go to die--!!!" The wind in the palm of the ancestor Mo was filled with endless cold air, surging out like waves!

Countless hail burst into the sky.

"Oh my God! What the hell is going on? How come the hailstorm in the middle of the night?"

"Who is the dirty old man in the air? He threw these hailstorms down?"

"Run, run!"

"Ah, my head-"

"Help--"

For a moment, the camp, which was originally extremely happy, suddenly felt like a ghost prison, with countless noises, calls for help, and shouts.

You know, this is not a team of 100 people, nor a number of 10,000 people, but a whole million heroes! A whole million people flee around, what consequences will this cause?

Stamped!

There is no doubt that it is a stampede!

Hail fell vertically in the air, which contained a powerful killing aura. As long as they were hit, the soldiers would immediately lose their heads and shatter into scum.

So, countless people want to escape, countless people want to run away.

However, this dark camp was completely covered, where could they run?

At this moment, Zhao Dashuai, who was smug just now, looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned.

"This, what's going on!!!" Zhao Dashuai was so angry that he was almost vomiting blood.

These are a whole million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, His Majesty mobilized all the elite troops for him, but-

Shuai Zhao looked at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, his whole face turned pale and he could hardly stand.

"Oh my God, that person is-" When he saw clearly who was the person scattered in the air, Dashuai Zhao shook his body and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Aren’t the Mo family in Weiyang Palace an alliance with the Beimo royal family? How could they take the lead in attacking the Beimo? Did the Mo family and the Nangong royal family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty have joined forces? And for the sake of this worldly war, they actually mobilized the ancestors of the Mo family!

Shuai Zhao was almost crazy, his eyes were filled with bright red bloodshots, his face stiffened due to excessive fright, and his muscles were shaking.

"Mo, Mo Ancestor... Please stop quickly, stop quickly!" Zhao Dashuai shouted in panic.

Even though he was the commander of a million troops, in front of such a powerful peerless master, his voice was trembling involuntarily, revealing the deepest panic in his heart.

Zhao Dashuai's voice was filled with a hint of spiritual power, which was quite obvious in the noisy venue.

At this time, the ancestor Mo was releasing his spiritual power to look for Su Luo. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked over.

Seeing that the ancestor Mo looked over, Mr. Zhao was overjoyed. He was almost crying in surprise: "What do you want? Just give me an order, please stop hailing."
Chapter completed!