บท 298: The Dao Ancestor Is Here

On the battlefield, Jiang Ye's palms were shrouded in black gas, and his figure was like a ghost as he shuttled back and forth quickly. Along the way, he quickly waved his palms, and black palm shadows struck the Qiangliang warriors along the way, helping many soldiers restrain the enemy's offensive.

Jiang Ye's realm was still too low, and that was the only use he had on the battlefield. Not only him, but all the martial artists below the Grotto-heaven realm were the same. They either relied on the luck formation of the army or could only distract the attention of the Qiangliang warriors.

Even though the Qiangliang Race was powerful, they were practically fighting against a thousand or even ten thousand enemies at once. They were attacked from all directions, which made them furious.