Chapter 1067: The Final Charge

"Fight!" Frank Yale let out a hard, ringing cry and swung his war halberd toward the north. One stroke ripped open a blood-red corridor that stretched as far as the eye could see-a path steeped in ruin and wrath. "Fight!" The cultivators of the Cutmore Kingdom surged after him, wild-eyed, their blood up. They wanted to follow their commander to reclaim lost ground, to follow the War God of the Eight Realms and settle the score for every soul Cutmore had lost. Since the Heavenly Demons had invaded,...