"Is it over this quickly?" Zhao Guang calmed down and discovered he had already rampaged through the entire military camp.
No, more precisely, Zhao Guang had been running in circles around the military camp. Previously, there had been a few who dared to resist, but now there were none. He could vaguely see many people crouching on the ground, being very cautious.
They probably never imagined in their lifetimes that they would encounter such a monster.
It was bad enough that he couldn't be killed; the key issue was that he couldn't be hit. He was right in front of their eyes, yet they couldn't land a hit.
"A ghost, the Battlefield Ghost is here," someone murmured softly.
Soon, this voice grew louder and more people began to speak of the Battlefield Ghost.
They had initially thought the rumor was an exaggeration, but now it seemed even more exaggerated than they imagined. Seeing the expressions on the people around him, Zhao Guang suddenly felt a sense of boredom.