"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Wu Wenhua and others also charged out of the camp. Huge rakes and burning Fire-tipped Spears rampaged through the enemy camp, leaving a trail of fallen corpses like mown grass.
Even Jiang Ziya could not contain the excitement in his heart, riding a mythical creature and wielding the God-beating Whip, he galloped through the enemies.
However, relatively speaking, his martial arts and spell abilities were significantly inferior to those of Li Jing and others, which is why he, the marshal, became the least noticeable person.
Jiang Ziya shook his head repeatedly in frustration but was helpless.
He learned strategies in the mountains, not martial arts, and besides, he was already old and decrepit. At his age, having such combat performance was commendable. After killing more than a dozen enemy soldiers, Jiang Ziya felt exhausted and reluctantly retreated to his own camp.
