As the great war progressed.
The sun had completely set, and nightfall came.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky.
Those watching the battle at the foot of the mountain were dumbstruck.
"My god, these East Nation Martial Artists are actually fighting on par with our three thousand plus martial artists, and they even have the upper hand?!"
"The key point is they only have a few dozen people, and a few dozen are holding the upper hand against three thousand plus? What a joke?!"
"Could it be that our martial artists really aren't a match for East Nation's Martial Artists?!"
"No, that's not right. Until now, Sir Royal Mount Martial Divine hasn't made a move!
As long as Sir Royal Mount Martial Divine makes a move, he will definitely turn the tide!"
The people of Sakura Country were exclaiming in shock, feeling very annoyed in their hearts.
Those from Sakura Country following the battle on the internet also clenched their teeth in hatred.