"Anti-Alliance scum, rushing over so early in the morning, are you so eager to die?"
In the center of the battlefield, the Tier Ten Lords from both sides stood in the air, locking eyes immediately, and the air was filled with a strong stench of gunpowder.
"That's exactly what we want to ask you. Waiting here to die so early in the morning, are you tired of living?"
Facing the ridicule from the Realm Alliance, the King on the Anti-Alliance side was not to be outdone and directly retorted.
The entire battlefield stretched for thousands of miles, with the Tier Ten and Tier Eleven positioned on either side of the central area.
Other Low-tier Lords spread outwards, forming a long battle line on the vast plains below.
Once the Great Emperors gave the order, the fiercest assault would begin.
Before the great battle, the Kings, disregarding their image, hurled insults at each other, leaving the Low-tier Lords below dumbfounded.
But then again, it made sense.
