Prehistoric: Lich Battlefield, I Kill Monsters with Broken Sticks

There was a bloody battle between the lich and the lich at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Xing Tian split the mountain with his sword, and the nine-headed ghost chariot stabbed coldly. Wu Tian huddled to the side and broke the wooden stick. The head of the stick was smeared with the exploded brains, and memories poured into his mind: becoming a witch soldier at the bottom of the witch clan. He scratched his scalp and gritted his teeth: This mess started with protecting his life.