The distance shortened little by little.
Time was slowed at this moment!
The unfriendly gaze of the Red Stone Tribe all turned to the end of the horizon.
Behind the dense grass, the charge ground of the White Armor Tribe was about to become a place of blood and gore.
The emotions of the Black Wood Cannon Beast were completely stirred by the whistle, scratching the ground restlessly with its claws.
Closer...
Closer...
The vicious glare in the eyes of the Red Armor middle-aged man standing on a sloping hill grew heavier.
Yet, just as the charging smoke was about to reach the expected place, it suddenly halted.
The massive clouds of smoke came to an abrupt stop.
This sudden change made the middle-aged man sounding the bone whistle frown.
More than a dozen Red Stone soldiers' team leaders, with grins on their faces, squinted their eyes as well.
What's going on?
How did those foolish White Armor Tribe suddenly stop the charge?
In the smoke.
"Stop!"
