Chapter 315 - 233 Battlefield Harvest_3
The distance was closing.
Over three hundred mercenaries within the central army, not in the first row, but in the middle of formation, were being carried forward, enveloped by the surrounding Highlanders.
"Burn my blood, offer it to the Red Emperor!"
The Highlanders kept shouting loudly.
Their voices surged like a tide.
The Blood Priests in the ranks rapidly waved their hands, bestowing "Blood Sacrifice" on the warriors, using their own blood to enhance the strength and speed of their tribesmen, and in unison, they became fearless.
A stench of blood permeated the army, turning the eyes of the Highlanders blood-red.
"Burn my blood, offer it to the Red Emperor!"
On the hillside opposite, the Biao Clan with blood-red eyes also began to roar, chanting the same slogan, their tall, reddened bodies swelling, swinging their claws and various heavy weapons.
"Charge!"