Luo Wanya suddenly turned his head, only to see a black steam train racing along the distant ridge.
"This is..."
"Boss Zheng!"
"Boss Zheng is here!"
Xiao Qi wanted to cheer, but found his throat was completely hoarse, unable to shout, only faintly uttering syllables.
Tears streamed down his face, not from sadness, but from joy!
This war had lasted so long, long enough for everyone to feel as if they had spent a hundred years in hell.
At this moment, a beam of light shone into hell once more, showing that all the suffering had not been in vain.
The next moment, the steam train along the ridge appeared to "cut off" the continuously emerging army of the dead!
Once this steam train could penetrate the giant snakes in the South, now crashing through an army of the dead was nothing.
The steam train's engine spewed thick black smoke, emitting a melancholic wailing sound!
It passed through the battlefield, finally stopping in front of the defenses.
