Every clash resounded like a thunderstorm, deafening to the ears.
Each shockwave from the battle tore through the air and earth, leaving behind deep craters.
Ten Blood Commanders, ten Heavenly Kings!
Outside the tribal walls of the Skull Breakers, a rare grand battle unfolded.
Ji Xinghuo and his two companions positioned themselves towards the rear, the Highlanders before them had not yet crossed the river. From across the ice, Ji Xinghuo gazed at the battle, his heart pounding. The destructive power of such a battle was immense; it was not something he could currently intervene in without danger.
He looked towards the riverbank and noticed over twenty Snow Ape Giants had frozen the river surface and then retreated backward.
Those giants had not joined the battle.
"Was the money not enough?"
Ji Xinghuo speculated, lifting his eyes just in time to see a massive shadow rise from a canyon on the Red River Giant Peak, about ten thousand meters up the mountainside.
