"Why are they so huge…"
Ye Xun's expression was gloomy as he looked at the huge shadows in front of him. A chill ran down his spine.
Ji Wujun, the Sword God, Huang Chuan, Ling Xiao, and the others had ugly expressions. They could not calculate how huge the Qiangliang Race was, but they had never encountered such a huge creature.
How huge were they?
At that moment, the soldiers of Great Jing and the martial arts experts were all silent. In the face of the approaching enemy in the distance, they all felt an unprecedented surge of pressure. That pressure froze their blood.
The Qiangliang Race only said one sentence and did not say anything else. They just continued to approach Great Jing. They were not fast, and it was precisely because they were not fast that the soldiers of Great Jing were terrified. The slow approach of death was the most terrifying.
Right at this moment!
Boom!