The Face of His

Yi Di and Yuan Li were caught unprepared by this sudden massacre.

They looked at Polo Jia, who had gone mad already. Before they fought back, giant groups of Yu Clan noble rushed out of the surrounding buildings, holding staffs and calling the names of the nine moons and three suns, releasing a magical power from their bodies which covered the square where human warriors were resting on.

Tens of flying forts and floating mountains speedily approached from a distance away. Large groups of Jia Clan warriors stood on the fort and mountains, releasing waves of armor-breaking heavy arrows like a thunderstorm.

Some Jia Clan warriors had been laughing wildly while throwing flying axes down from the sky. With the height advantage, the spears and axes easily tore apart the bodies of human warriors, nailed them on the ground, or chopped them into pieces.