บท 1311: The Battle of Fighting Spirits

"Haha! Well, ignorant kiddo, aren't you a brave one?" Hearing Mu Chen's reply, Wu Tong arched his back and laughed loudly.

His laughter was filled with a thick killing intent, which cooled the entire atmosphere down instantly. As his laughter faded away, Wu Tong's frozen eyes locked onto Mu Chen like a venomous snake's. Then, without another word, his figure shimmered, and he appeared above the Mystery Dragon Army.

"All troops, get ready!" He shut his eyes slightly and let out a violent roar.

Suddenly, an immense wave of fluctuations rushed out. The wave quickly spread among the Mystery Dragon Army that was below him.

The troops that were covered in the wave mostly curled their lips. If they put their minds to resisting it, this battle intent would not even stir up their battle spirits. Seeing that the army did not react, the burly man in the front could not help letting out a loud humph.