Jin Lu spearmen are rolling like the Golden River, and spearmen are flying like the Milky Way. The troops are hanging upside down, and the tide is surging towards Hu Tian’s position.
On the other hand, the two soldiers in Hu-day’s hands are like the rocks on the seashore, resisting the beating and erosion of the tide. Shu Yingjie frowned slightly, and ... Read MoreRead More