Young Master Xiang, Yun Wanxiao, and the wilderness hunters represented by Liubian Huang all soared into the sky.
Young Master Xiang, with one hand behind his back and the other on his sword hilt, gazed imperiously:
"I, have waited for you all for a long time!"
Yun Wanxiao’s face was gloomy: "How many Ancient Giants have come after all? This barbaric aura is simply too thick!"
The expressions on the faces of Liubian Huang, Jiang Yitian, and the numerous strong fighters were as ugly as they could be.
It seemed like they could return safely as the time approached.
Yet the Ancient Giants came to kill!
"Indeed, such a perilous battlefield brought by the Forbidden Land of the Black River, could it end so easily?"
"Unexpectedly, we might all be dragged to ’death’ in Central Earth!"
"Don’t lose hope yet, let’s see how many enemies are there first!"
Thud thud!
Thud thud thud!
The ground, turned into wasteland, began to shake.
Countless iron hooves trampled the land of Hunyuan State, marching towards this place in great grandeur.
At the ends of the sky, dust like dragons, mountains collapsed under the impact of indescribable creatures.
The dull sounds of weapons clashing followed one after another.
This is something other ancient giant armies do not have!
Everyone held their breath and watched.
They saw an army of about eighty Giant Kings, like moving mountains, coming here.
They were no longer ordinary golden Giant Kings.
But were dressed in bronze-colored ancient armor, covering them tightly, exposing only the huge vertical eyes and mouths.
All of them wielded highly destructive golden wolf fang clubs.
Leading them were two thirty-foot-tall Five-star Giant Kings walking side by side.
"The Fifth Army of the Central Tribe, arrives at the battlefield! Please, order us, my Emperor!"
Immediately after.
Another batch of fully armed troops arrived with a mighty aura.
"The Fourth Army of the Central Tribe, arrives at the battlefield! Please, order us, my Emperor!"
"The Third Army of the Central Tribe, arrives at the battlefield! Please, order us, my Emperor!"
"The Second Army of the Central Tribe..."
"The First Army of the Central Tribe..."
The five grand armies of Giant Kings gathered at the battlefield, like an endless mountain range, breaking the boundary between heaven and earth.
Jiang Fan’s eyes were heavy: "Ten Five-star Giant Kings, four hundred ordinary Giant Kings, all clad in bronze armor?"
Princess Zi Jiang lied.
To deal with the army of Heavenly State, wasn’t it more than twice as difficult compared to dealing with ordinary Great State armies?
Just in terms of numbers, it’s more than doubled.
Not to mention the bronze armor that has never appeared before!
Liubian Huang’s pupils constricted: "What’s going on with your Southern Heavenly Realm’s Giant Kings? Why do they have armor?"
Yun Wanxiao was also shocked: "This is the Senluo Armor that only the Asura Clan can forge, which can block attacks of the same realm!"
"Central Earth is doomed! Completely doomed!"
"We will all be dragged ’to death’ in the battlefield of Central Earth!"
Jiang Fan recalled that he once saw many corpses of the Angel Clan in the Stone Cone Space of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple.
They were all wearing armor.
The armor worn by the current Giant Kings was somewhat similar to that of the Angel Clan.
Only, the Giant Kings’ armor was even larger.
Jiang Fan looked at Red Sleeves not far away, the latter also had a look of surprise, a hint of frost hanging on her face:
"This group of Dark Shura Clan aiding the tyrant!"
"Aren’t they afraid of being accounted for later?"
Dark Shura Clan?
Jiang Fan’s gaze narrowed, looking around.
Only to realize that since the experts from various realms came to Central Earth, the sibling pair of the Dark Shura Clan have never shown up, let alone fought against the giants.