Bab 4887: Chapter 421-success _1

The wind stopped! The rain stopped! The sky turned blue once more, and rivers of blood formed on the ground. Yakb was still standing on his carriage, surrounded by countless grassland wolf riders, but no one spoke. They were even looking around in a daze.

The rain had finally come to an end, and the battle had also come to an end. They were still alive, but countless people had died. Their enemies, their companions, countless people had died.

Suddenly, everyone's attention was attracted by a red figure in front of them. He was dressed in red and holding a pineapple in his hand. A large red flag was tied to the pineapple. He was riding a Red Horse. The man and his horse stood there like the red sunset in the sky. They were so eye-catching and attractive.