Rain is mixed with a little hail.△,

Mixed with the cold wind that Japan shouldn't have in this summer fell from the sky, slapped the soldiers' hats like fists.

This is a canyon, and it is the southernmost border area in the country of Qingshui. At the same time, it is also a desolate place that is almost unbelievable.

In the canyon, an army threw away their armor and stayed and rested slowly in the depression below the canyon in a mess.

The flames burning in the corner are like childish children, and will be extinguished anytime and anywhere. The soldiers resting here are all tired and despair are clearly written on their faces, full of hunger and coldness.

I don’t know how much time he had to rest, but the general in front of him crawled out of the camp tent and looked at the sky. His face, which was still covered in mud and seemed to have not been washed for several months, now looked like there was no hope. After breathing a moment, he made a gesture, and the generals under him immediately went to call the orders, and all the rest soldiers got up and prepared to march again.

This army of only one or two thousand men was dilapidated and marching in this winding canyon with difficulty.

With the night and the occasional hail blowing, the army continued to advance eastward. We hoped to spare the pursuers behind us, rest in a rich place again, and reorganize the military.

but……

Wow!!!

"The sound of the battle horn?!"

"Watch! Beware! There will be an enemy attack!"

The soldiers who had not taken two steps just now were panicked and no longer had the morale that a normal army should have.

They were in a panic, and even the general at the front was gritting his teeth now. He pulled the reins and pulled out the sword from his waist, and looked around with vigilance and despair.

A well-equipped army appeared in front of the canyon.

It was a unit that looked like it was well-trained and powerful. What was even more surprising was that the general who was walking in the front was not an adult who looked so old, but a child who seemed to be childish and was only about sixteen or seventeen years old?

General of the Cuitu Kingdom, Xingtian.

Now, he was wearing armor and riding on a high-headed horse, and his eyes looked very proud. When he looked at the down-and-out general, he was like looking at a pitiful lamb to be slaughtered, and he ignored it at all.

The general looked at Xingtian's troops and instinctively looked back. As expected, behind him, the words of the General of Cuitu Country had already appeared. He led a more powerful army and completely blocked his retreat.

The shadow of death permeates the forehead of this desolate general.

The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he immediately shouted to Xingyan behind him: "Zhenyan! You despicable villain! You actually deceived me... lied to my army to surrender Huntian San in advance, resulting in weak and powerlessness when the time came! And... you are not worthy at all! Cuitu Country has always only the emperor, so how can the queen say?! You actually rely on the recognition of the ignorant woman and child as the emperor, which shows that your mind is just like this!"

Xingyan's face twitched slightly afterwards, and his face immediately became gloomy.

Xingtian, who was ahead, sneered and said loudly: "Han Fusheng! You betrayed my father and betrayed Cuituguo and become king. This is an indisputable fact! Now that you are about to die, just say whatever you want to say! Because I will forget your words soon! Hahahaha! The whole army! Subjugate Huntian San! Today, we will kill you completely!"

Han Fusheng gritted his teeth and immediately raised the sword in his hand! Seeing the soldiers in the Cuitu Kingdom in front of him, he had raised his neck and surrendered Huntian San, tens of thousands of soldiers immediately suppressed his military power as if nothing had happened! It was over. He also knew that he was destined to die here today, but even if he died here, he would have to pull a few more cushions!

but……

With a whoosh, a shadow passed by the canyon ahead.

Such a picture just got imprinted into Han Fusheng's eyes. His raised sword couldn't help but shrink. He couldn't help but look up.

Whoosh, another figure passed by above the huge gap in the canyon.

Is that...human?

"What's wrong with Han Fusheng, don't you dare to go? If you don't dare to go, then I'll come over!"

Xingtian raised the spear in his hand, looking like he was ready to rush up at any time.

But Han Fusheng waved his hands repeatedly and shouted: "General Xingyan! Nephew Xingtian! Wait for a moment, wait for a moment! There is something here... here... there is something nearby!"

The words that followed snorted coldly: "A lot of nonsense. Child! Let's go!"

With a call, an army of 10,000 people immediately charged towards the remnant army in the middle.

The sound of fighting was heard, which made Han Fusheng no longer have time to take care of the ghosts that appeared from somewhere, and could only fight hard!

Then……

A pair of eyes appeared from above the canyon.

One pair, one pair, another pair.

These eyes, like wild beasts, but filled with blood-red, were like the beacon of the night, looking at the fierce battle below through the rain and hail.

Below, the killing is in full swing.

But above this canyon, in the eyes of these "existents" with human appearance but a tail, what do these melee groups below represent?

Mouth, open.

Swallow dripped from some "existent" mouths.

When a hurricane blew across the canyon rapidly, creating a harsh noise, causing all the human soldiers and horses here to be trapped by the temporary tinnitus...

A "existence" finally couldn't help but jumped straight down from this five hundred-meter-high canyon!

The figure of "existence" entered the torch light of the army below.

The figure emerged, it was a woman.

He is a woman with a good figure and looks no different from a normal human woman.

The only difference is that the clothes on this woman are so sparse, just like a wild man wrapped the most important part of his well-proportioned skin with just the simplest fabric.

At a height of 500 meters, the woman spread her limbs like a wild cat and landed lightly. Behind her, the fluffy tail gently swung her, like a spring, and made her pounce on a green man. With her hands raised, her flesh palm turned into a blade, directly cutting off the soldier's head! Then, she opened her mouth, greedily hugged the body that had lost her head, and enjoyed the gushing blood.

The feast begins.

A feast that does not belong to the Cuitu Kingdom, does not belong to the Central Plains Immortal Realm, nor does it belong to the Tianxiang Kingdom...
Chapter completed!