Old Ancestor Mo glanced at the Zhao Dashuai with disdain, and shot him with an attack.
Poor Commander Zhao, how can he say that he is the general who controls a million soldiers, but under the gentle sweep of Old Ancestor Mo's slightly raised sleeves, the whole person is like falling into an ice cellar. The snow-white frost shrouded his whole person, and Zhao Dashuai still maintained the posture of begging for mercy, and then he was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Zhao Dashuai's eyes widened, looking at Old Ancestor Mo in disbelief.
He was frozen like this
The personal soldiers around Zhao Dashuai were all dumbfounded and stunned. After reacting, they all shouted in panic.
"Master! What's wrong with you!"
"Master! Come out quickly!"
A group of 20 guards surrounded Dashuai Zhao. They took long spears and slashes and chopped at the thick layer of ice.
However, what made them desperate was that even if they cut it down with all their strength, there was not a single crack in the ice layer, and their attack power was completely useless.
Before these personal soldiers could react to what to do, another violent hail shot down the sky, as fast as a cannonball, and as dense as a torrential rain. These personal guards were too busy to take care of themselves, and they were hit in the forehead one by one, and their heads were bleeding on the spot.
Zhao Dashuai, who was frozen in ice, watched helplessly as all the personal guards he was proud of died tragically, and his facial muscles shook violently with anger.
"Ancestor Mo, you lunatic! Lunatic!!!" Zhao Dashuai wanted to shout, but he was blocked by ice, and his voice could not come out.
All he can do is to watch his millions of soldiers fall to the ground like a mustard in an instant, dead without a whole corpse!
Eastern Jin army.
Mu Zifeng finally took a look at the internal injuries and opened his eyes, when he saw excited shouts from outside.
He stood up and strode out.
At this moment, Vice-General A and Vice-General B ran over with excitement, their faces flushed with excitement.
"General! Great joy! Great joy!" Lieutenant General A was almost speechless with excitement.
"What the hell happened?" Mu Zifeng's expression froze, and he looked at the two able-bodied subordinates who were very excited.
"General, look over there!" Lieutenant General B dragged Mu Zifeng excitedly, dragged him to the hillside in three or two strokes, and pointed at the Beimo military camp opposite, his voice trembling with excitement.
Mu Zifeng followed his line of sight to the opposite side.
Seeing this, his face suddenly became dull.
What exactly is going on? Could it be that the gods have deliberately punished the North Desert army
I saw that in the sky above the twenty-mile camp in Beimo, countless hailstones fell one after another, and countless soldiers were smashed into patties. The scene was messy and panicked.
"This, this..." Mu Zifeng's eyes were blank, and he was extremely speechless.
"This is retribution! Even the gods don't understand what Bei Mo has done, so let's hand down the punishment!" Lieutenant General Jia waved his fists in excitement, almost unable to control himself.
"Where is God's punishment, have you thought too much?" Deputy General B pointed to the figure showing off the light in the air, and said excitedly, "Look, the hailstone is made by that strong man."
Mu Zifeng nodded and said, "I don't know who this strong man is. Could it be from the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"
No wonder Mu Zifeng didn't think so. Because the Eastern Jin Dynasty was in a predicament, when the entire army was about to be wiped out, this god-man appeared so coincidentally, destroying the entire army of millions with the power of one person, and it was difficult to find a few of such powerful people in the whole continent.