As soon as Zuo Xiaoluo gave the order, all the soldiers unleashed their full strength.
These men formed a battle formation, continuously charging toward the Tree People.
In an instant.
The front line advanced several kilometers, but the cost was significant, with massive casualties emerging within the army.
Zuo Xiaoluo watched, unmoved.
Once a war starts, casualties are inevitable.
Fortunately, she had trained this army of a hundred thousand cultivators to be extremely disciplined, so even in such circumstances, no significant collapse occurred within the troops.
Suddenly.
Zuo Xiaoluo abruptly looked up at the sky, where the once-clear blue sky turned pitch black.
High above the clouds, a human silhouette suddenly appeared, slowly walking toward Zuo Xiaoluo. When he reached her, he spoke: "The Nether Tree descends, will you submit or die?"
Nether Tree?
