Old Ancestor Mo was chasing after Su Luo's breath, and at this moment, he directly entered the Beimo camp.
At this moment, Old Ancestor Mo was standing in the air, looking at the people coming and going below, he was instantly angry!
Because he found that these people were wearing the same clothes.
In this way, he can't find his food at all!
hateful!
Old Ancestor Mo was teased by Su Luo along the way, and he was on the verge of rising anger. At this time, seeing this hateful tent, his anger suddenly burst out like lava!
For a time, a strong coercion enveloped the entire camp.
The soldiers in the northern desert who were enjoying the barbecue around the bonfire below, suddenly felt like mourning concubines, and their hearts were shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Go to hell!!!" The wind in Old Ancestor Mo's palm contained endless cold air, rushing out like a wave!
Countless hailstones shot down from the sky.
"Oh my god! What the hell is going on? How can there be hail at night?"
"Who is that dirty old man in the air? He threw these hailstones down, right?"
"Run, run, run!"
"Ah, my brain—"
"Help me—"
For a time, the camp that was still extremely happy suddenly felt like a ghost prison, and there were countless noises, calls for help, and shouts.
You must know that this is not a team of 100 or 10,000 people, but a whole million heroes! A whole million people are running around, what are the consequences
Stampede!
It's a stampede without a doubt!
The hailstones smashed vertically in the air contained a powerful killing energy. As long as they were hit, the soldiers would immediately bleed, and the whole body would be shattered into slag.
Therefore, countless people want to run away, and countless people want to run away.
However, this dark camp is completely shrouded, where can they run
At this moment, Zhao Dashuai, who was still triumphant just now, looked at the scene in front of him, and he was dumbfounded.
"This, what the hell is going on here!!!" Zhao Da was so handsome that he almost vomited blood.
That's a whole million people. In order to attack the Eastern Jin Dynasty, His Majesty mobilized all the elite troops for him, but—
Zhao Dashuai looked at the countless corpses and blood in front of him, his entire face turned pale, and his figure could hardly stand.
"Oh my God, who is—" When he saw who the person who was throwing hailstones in mid-air was clear, Dashuai Zhao swayed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Isn't the Mo family in the Weiyang Palace an alliance with the Beimo royal family? How could he take the lead in attacking the North Desert? Could it be that the Mo family and the Nangong royal family of the Eastern Jin Dynasty have already joined forces? And for this earthly war, they actually dispatched the ancestors of the Mo family!
Zhao Dashuai was going crazy, his eyes were full of red blood, his face was stiff due to excessive shock, and his muscles were shaking.
"Mo, Old Ancestor Mo... I beg you to stop, stop!" Zhao Dashuai shouted in panic.
Rao is the commander-in-chief of an army of millions, but in front of such a powerful peerless master, his voice trembled involuntarily, revealing the deepest panic in his heart.
Zhao Dashuai's voice carried a trace of spiritual power, which was quite obvious in the noisy venue.
Old Ancestor Mo was releasing his spiritual power to find Su Luo at this time. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked over in disdain.
Seeing Old Ancestor Mo looking over, Zhao Dashuai was overjoyed, and he was about to cry in surprise: "What do you want from the old man, just tell me, I beg you, don't have any more hail."
Hailstorms were originally the prerogative of God, but now Old Ancestor Mo was not in control of a world