Your Heart Will Live up to Your Will

This brave and weather-beaten man sat in the center of the battlefield, looking at the thousands of troops rushing toward him, with no emotion in his heart. Although his resolute and handsome face was stained with blood and his clothes were stained with red stains, he was still confident and confident. He smiled, and it was a light smile. Smiling contemptuously, arrogantly, like a god looking down on ants in the world, stepping on countless corpses under him, he held a spear and roared, the whistle shook the sky and the earth, soaring into the sky. In an instant, the cavalry horses rushing towards him were frightened because they were unprepared. When they stopped, many cavalry staggered and fell off their horses one after another. However, due to the large number of people rushing to kill, there was no time to brake. All types of troops were huddled together, trampled and accidentally injured, which continued to happen. The battlefield was filled with wailing, and finally those who rushed out. The soldiers arrived in front of the man. The man held the Phoenix Overlord Gun and with just one blow, dozens of rows of soldiers in front fell down. In an instant, broken arms and flesh and blood were everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of blood. The man was like Shura, constantly harvesting fresh lives one by one. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.