Bug Master In Doomsday

Roughly counting, there are more than 300 superstars from the City Lord’s forces, nearly 2,000 people.

The lowest strength also has the level of Tier 4 peak, and the highest is Tier 5 peak, the top ten masters in the battle power rankings, such a powerful coalition force, with a Uther city, it is far unstoppable!

"Leader, in Uther City, there are more than five ranks of supernatural powers, are there thirty..."

The city lord, dressed in a high-end casual cedar, shorts and slippers, smiled at the corners of his mouth and triumphantly glanced at the four fierce and powerful subordinates behind him.

There is almost no difficulty in this trip to Uther City. Any force in front of this allied force that has assembled the highest combat power in China is a trembling rat!

When Wang Mang heard the sound, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said in a relaxed tone:

"What kind of power can this Uther City have against us?! We are hundreds of times higher in high-end combat power. Do we need to be afraid of low-end combat power? Just rely on a few third-rate legions composed of low-level abilities? !"

The short and black Zhou Xing beside Wang Mang grinned and nodded with a big yellow tooth.

"The leader is right. Our coalition has no force that can resist. Even if there is a superior combat force, is it possible that it is our leader's opponent?!"

As soon as Zhou Xing finished speaking, the surrounding city lord nodded slightly in agreement. Their lord Wang Mang was the most powerful man in human combat. How could a few cats and dogs be able to rival!

"Leader! Lord! Look! The gate of Uther City is open!"

A city owner in the Northland, wearing a thick jacket, pointed in surprise at the heavy city gate that opened slowly, and saw a powerful leader with extraordinary clothes walking out of the city, looking at Wang Mang and others in panic with a look of horror. The direction of the person.

But before this group of people completely walked out, there was a violent roar from the tower, "Quick! Quick! Kill all these traitors! Dare to open the city gate and surrender, a group of bastards, traitors!"

An army general in a silver armor, holding a long bow in his right hand, and the tyrannical color on his face almost overflowed...

He raised his eyebrows grimly, raised his longbow, raised his hand to his back, and took out a sharp steel cast arrow from the quiver. He squinted his left eye slightly, his thumb aligned with the front sight, the sharp arrow Aiming at a leading leader,

"Shoo!" The piercing sound of the wind broke, and the surrender leader with panic on his face was instantly pierced through his neck by a sharp arrow, and a spurt of blood spurted from two egg-sized wounds.

A burst of sharp arrows that looked like a torrential rain shot at dozens of people at the gate of the city. A few of them were weak, and they were shot with a few blood holes in one face.

There were more than a dozen imposing leaders. Under the protection of his men, they escaped to the gate of the city, crying and begging the soldiers on the tower to let go of the gate!

"General He! Open the door quickly, we won't surrender! We are not traitors anymore!"

A hoarse roar came from outside the city gate, and it was not words that responded to them, but a series of horrible crossbow arrows that were stretched and fired.

‘Boom! An iron arrow of no more than ten inches suddenly shot on a leader's forehead. In an instant, a big head suddenly burst, red and white splashing everywhere, disgusting!

"Tsk tusk, there are still some ruthless people in Uther City. Killing old friends and old friends is so cruel. This war is not as simple as we thought."