"Everyone!" The Legendary Roc beneath the South Mountain Female Emperor's Minister crackled with electricity, shooting straight toward the sky above the Cold Beast Army.
Her sharp shout was incredibly penetrating. She whipped around, pointing a hand at the charred giant arrow: "Wind!"
"Hiii—liyuuu~"
"Hiii—liyuuu!" Countless Wind Trace Steeds stamped their hooves in a frenzy, neighing loudly.
Demon Skill·Little Wind Blow!
A single Little Wind Blow was nothing at all to the Ashen Arrow.
But what about a thousand Little Wind Blows?
This Cold Beast Legion that had charged out from the main camp was no rabble.
Five hundred Cold Race fighters, a thousand Wind Trace Steeds, plus five hundred Electric Little Stars!
What concept is that?
One man, two mounts, and everyone had an Electric Little Star guarding their body!
Under normal circumstances, one member of the Cold Race could control three Cold Beasts of the same Level as themselves.
