章 115: Heading South

Seven days later, the war situation in the Cold Stream Valley started going downhill for the residents of the valley.

Twelve hundreds of zhang tall black stonemen had joined the enemies' team. The entire bodies of these stonemen were made from black moonstones, and each of them had a red slave-mark branded on their foreheads. Obviously, they were all slaves under someone's control.

"Ho!"

Accompanied by mad roars, one of the black stonemen smashed hard on the ground with both hands. Instantly, a hundreds of zhang high hill shrank quickly, and condensed into a round stone ball that had a radius of one zhang. The stoneman then waved his arm furiously in the air and threw the stone ball towards the fence wall. His movements were surprisingly so fast that his arms even left shreds of afterimages in the air. The stone ball darted towards the fence wall at a speed which even Ji Hao couldn't see clearly, and banged against the fence wall thunderously.

Bang!!