"Kill!"
The bald strongman and others attacked furiously, but they could never break through the encirclement of the army.
As time passed, the wounds on the bodies of the bald man and his companions increased, their Attack Power weakened, and they were gradually suppressed by the army.
The situation developed unfavorably for them. At this rate, the bald strongman and his people would all perish here.
The battle at the mouth of the valley was extremely fierce!
The bald strongman and the other natives all felt the breath of Death, chopping down their enemies frantically.
He alone killed and wounded well over a hundred elite soldiers.
But given the overwhelming numbers on both sides, those with intent overwhelmed those without; the bald strongman was powerless to change the outcome.
Eventually, he collapsed due to excessive blood loss!
Watching this scene,
Wang Yi shook his head; the battle had been doomed from the moment the native Martial Artists entered the valley.
